Back 2 Lyf ft. Zain2Faded Lyrics

I remember only having five to put down on the spliff

On days when I couldn't put coins in a pot

I would take on the duty to go on the trip

Two hundred, Dead Presidents, don't sound like a lot

When you're talking bout a five man split

Me and InsertName riding through the red robots

Trying to make it there way too quick

Way too, way too, way too, way too

Way too eager to see my bitch

We both got rosters but lately she been talking crazy

Say she wanna see my list

Drank too much to have self control so tonight

Me and her might crash my whip

Dashboard only read 80 but she said it felt like

We were doing 186

That brown one is way too dangerous

Famous face card, full name on the guest list

She don't use no alias

I remember days when I wanted to die on that hill

I remember days when I wanted to

Who are you and who am I to me

I'm a Don, and I ain't gotta speak

Jerr ngathi ngiyabuya van ver

Feel like Sosa, chieffing off the keef

Requisite, I need the pre-release

Keep it secret, keep that shit discreet

Kind regards for any inquiries

Did it for the dogs, it's for the G's

Chillin' in another place

Sideway sittin' looking for another plate

Fettuccine they done recognized, The Feta Fade

I was fetishized, realized, went away

I got revenge like I saw a red let it rage

Blacked out like the sun blaring on my face

Gucci Mane, ice cream slash lemonade

Got it bad like I'm Mike Jack in the 80's

I had to slide, I'm the vibe when I'm in the place

I'm an apostle, I chop through the myth

And make way

Not Moses but I indicate

If there's a beef that I see then I separate

I can be easy more than anything

But if you see me, please don't think it's sweet

It get unnecessary if a nigga pester me

While I master chef up the recipe

Looking for the next to be

Me and my guys came disturbing the peace

Had to make an example of him

And it hurt that boy permanently

Bro told me not to take that route

But I took that shit personally

That's all a nigga know where we come from

It don't end courteously

Four finger like game in a wristhold

Shit deeper than rap, it's a sinkhole

Black beetle but I ain't no Ringo

Tryna fit my whole arm in it like a Pringle

Okay, give me a chance, I'm tryna change your opinion again

Girl, I'm a linear man

I like a Broadway girl that gon' sing in the shower

Art fair girls who like video cams

I like two-way streets and singular paths

NSA girl that gon' teach me to dance

Dominant girls who gon' trip on power

And one who makes all of my exes mad, it's like that

And you know she is, she the one you always ask

Why I'm liking her pics

I said that don't even matter cause you my favourite

And she looking at me like, think he slick

I'm like, no I ain't

Yeah, I is

You my twin

And you just like me

Cause you got a grand hustle like T.I.P

I'm tryna put the D on you like no I.D

Keep all of the memories P.O.V

Put you on mark like D.O.T

She tryna do the dick all DIY

Said baby gotta treat it like a VIP

She over here talking about making it hard

I said that's ironic cause you making it easy

Call her my O.T. P.H.J

Her biggest red flags that she's just like me

Printing out portraits on printer paper

She wrote down murder and tightened the leash