Get back Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Get back, throwing bows like im luda
You a peasant, I'm the ruler
In your nightmares, Freddy Krueger
Give night scares with the Ruger
I'm a winner, not a loser
In a elantra cruising
I got all these packs moving
You asking where I'm from
That's supposed to be them cops
They shooting reminds me of my opps
Trying to defend my block
So the OGs start carrying Glocks
And they moved so many rocks
Now it seem like they all locked
Now it seem like they all locked
High grade in every puff
Looking at it, I ain't done enough
2020 drop one song
Feel like I've been l gone for so long
Built myself up from the dirt
Y'all niggas know my story
All guts with no glory
Act like I'm really nas
Act like I never left
You think you tell me how to live my life
My feet cause bread, check the price
Someone tell me what isn't right
Don't give up my phone number
Better catch me on Skype
I'm out here trying to change my life
Car crash give me back pains
Life stress, we call it growing pains
Mama lying about that rain
See,yall still bumping my shit
Like, look how far that I came
My day by hour's growing, never ceases day
Longevity is not a question
Being humble, you know, that's the lesson
Please stop asking me all these questions
Who you texting
Only talking tough cause you texting
Keep it direct
But you know that I'm about that
I break bad, but I'm never selfish
I was bagging, I was selling too
Never quitting, no, I'd rather lose
Only do it if I really plan it
I'm the rudest and the coolest
Get back
Throwing bows like I'm Luda
You a peasant, I'm the ruler
Give you nightmares Freddy Krueger
Give you night scares with the ruger
I'm a winner, not a loser
In a elantra cruising
Got all these packs moving
A nigga was down bad in the trenches
Ain't nobody pray for me
I was eating down in them trenches
Ain't nobody pay for me
Remember, high school graduation
Seven people clap for me
Drinking dirty water
I'm up on my tolerance
My shorty pretty
Hit from the front
I got her hollering
Niggas see you eating
Want a plate ain't
Putting a dollar in
You calling me bro
You missing me
What like step cousins
I don't fuck with them
We can set it off
Knock if you buck
Dirty on me
Know that I'm tucking it
You showed on the rear
Talking about a front nigga
I'm like, fuck it then
Got a physical in this building
Burn it
Got the heat
Trying to bring the burner in
Two knocks, that's a dub
Three for 8ths
Shit was really different then
Rather smoke with women
Niggas least they blunt
Never could trust men
Only do if I planned it
Listen, be signed
Life from another planet
Competing for billboard spots
Where's my respect
Damn it
My future is bright
Darkness all on my past
The girls y'all crushing on
You ask me
I better that ill pass
Listen to them fabricating about these street stories
And they raps
All that cap about blasting shit
Let's see how long that really lasts
I perfected my craft
To be honest, y'all niggas music is really trash
Share a blunt with you, nigga
I wouldn't even let you catch my ash
Y'all fucking with these little girls
Gotta put y'all on blast
PPP loans
Everybody go to Miami
Same ones from Van Dome
Skim and put food in your pantry
Now I'm blind
I ain't see a thing
Act like I can't see
School during day
Crime at night
Now I feel like a vigilante
Blowing trees went from ignoring me
Now they all want to say they know me
Spent eight turned it to 24
Now I feel like I'm Kobe
Young niggq flexing on them vets
Now I feel like I'm Frobe
Now I spent eight turned it to 24
You got me feeling like I'm Kobe
Get back
Get back
Throwing bows ike I'm Luda
You a peasant
I'm the ruler
In your nightmares, Freddy Krueger
Give you night scares with the ruger
I'm a winner, not a loser
In the Elantra cruising
Got all these packs moving
Got all these packs moving
Got all these packs moving
All these packs moving
Got all these packs