Back on track Back with the rap Back with with the trap Ain’t no need to bounce back Or plat back Cause I don’t got no strap Maybe u never no he got a glock under his hat Let’s chat Imma spit some facts I spit fire Ain’t no need to get tired No I ain’t gon retire He shyer I’m flyer I’m drippy See u takin drugs now u tripping And ur flipping Outa control But I got the remote So I switch the channel And I keep it real with my bro’s But no hoes Just 2b and me we need more of those But we don’t need no foes I’m livin the life of an artist I had a vision when I started These people be smokin a chronic You know I killed and I shot it And I’m chillin with my shorty I’m telling her a story In the form of a poem Brakin everybody down and u know I show em How I do it Cuz u know that I blew it And u know that I knew it I knew I was gonna destroy all these wacky wacky rappers Making a lot of music yeah I’m makin some slappers I destroy yeah I got some clappers I’m praying Yeah Thanking Yuh Not shanking Yuh No faking ooOOoo How do u dooo Telling me when I am acting a fool I’m telling u when u r acting a tool Show the crew And I screw But with tools No hammers but a wrench and my dood We eatin food While they drinkin all the boos But I got the boost But I’m drippy too oOo