Final Form/Going Back Lyrics

Money, love, respect

Plottin, schemin, dreamin

How to get these millions, all it takes is some believin

Don't know what to believe in, clouded voice of reason

Devil on both shoulders, askin' God to fight these demons

Trip and stumble in the fall, still colder than these seasons

Gang around through all these seasons, don't got plans of leavin

Unless they like Aunt Viv, I guess I'll find out when I need them

Don't got no sativa, still I light up, gettin' green and shit

Please see me for me, I quit the fakin, I don't need it

I'm hurt, I skinned my knee, man, fuck a band-aid, leave it free

They need to see my pain and I won't hide it, I won't flee

Break my back like Bane and I come back, most definitely

Jokers do what they do best, but I say R.I.P. to Heath

They try to blow me down, you'd be surprised how far that wind will take a leaf

Lookin' at the edge, I said, fuck it, took a leap

And now I'm in too deep, I let off pressure with each release

I lose sleep, my mind racin, findin' ways to eat

I stay grateful, every day I live's a treat

I went from cooped up in the house to now I finally found my fleet

I took some steps with my own feet, but not all forward

I had to step back so I could see, I'm still not sure

If I was happy with what I saw

You know what, hell nah, this not my final form

I think I done messed up god's perfect picture

I say that you hurt me, I'm still messin' with ya

You say that I'm the worst, I'm still under the spell

You tell me go to hell, well then I'm guessin' that I'm goin' with ya

Cause that's just how I talk to myself in my head

And now I see the monsters ain't under the bed

Bring out a new challenge, need the growth, I come prepared

I'm always scared, but I don't let that stop me stompin' on they head

You can't kill the undead, I'm a zombie, rockin' Abercrombie Fitch and Tommy

Water on me, neck tsunami

Pull up for the check, I'm gone before they ever could've stopped me

Ref, where's the foul on the play? All of this illegal blockin

I done moved them out the way and somehow they still gon' be jockin

But that speaker knockin, rockin' all they noggin

They done got me out the pocket like a pool ball or my dollars

Goin' back to where I started

Goin' hard, I go retarded, don't need special ed cause I got special knowledge

And I'm on my phone lookin' at a big deposit

Playin' like you hate me

But you secretly like me, oop you out the closet

Guess I'm goin' back to the hunger I had when this all started

Way before the lone ranger, way before my plays hit 50,000

Every day I strive

Tens of thousands of plays, more than five and I

Am grateful to realize that my mind's eye

Can really multiply my blessings

Watch me skirt the Rolls in a fuckin' bowtie

I wanna hit that milli, multi

I only love my family, team, and business

So I keep them close by

I don't fuck with no shots at the gang

Hell no, I don't do Gen five

And I gotta remind myself to ground myself

Even when I'm most high