Bars are back four Don't know what I have in store Oops don't know what they waitin for Rap shit easy to me, to everyone else it's a chore Think you on top, battle me, ya ass be on da floor Bars are back and I'm not playin nice Don't need a chorus, don't need to say shit twice I know the science to put the odds in my favor so don't roll that dice New rapper with a retro flow, like I'm a new scent of old spice Every bar like a knife, don't move, ya dumb ass gettin sliced Sliced and diced My rhymes too hot but at the same time cold as ice Like to boost myself up to distract me from my struggles Every day from school I had to tussle The bullies grew up and started carryin grips They got tired of losin in those rumbles Bully came up, he got socked, pulled out his glock, my homie got shot The bully was frozen in fear, then he ran He got to live but my homie died, I lost my mans I wanted revenge but karma stepped in, his opps pulled up on him, bullets made him spin like a rotisserie chicken Y'all waited this long, ain't nun to wait a lil more Replay Bars are back one, two, three, and four