Back From The Dead ft. Johnny Jermani Lyrics

I was broke for a while now I'm stackin' my bread

If you're fuckin' with the money then I'm crackin' ya head

Got sober then I focused on rapping instead

I was gone for a minute now I'm back from the dead

I was broke for a while now I'm stackin' my bread

If you're fuckin' with the money then I'm crackin' ya head

Got sober then I focused on rapping instead

I was gone for a minute now I'm back from the dead

I don't give a fuck like I'm celibate

Ask me if I hustle I might sell a bit

Cop it, flip it, made a profit for the hell of it

Coppers try to get me to sing like operas I ain't tell em shit

Never been where them felons sit. Talk shit, hit your cantaloupe

You can get your melon split like I got full clips and a scope

Bitch I'm so sick and I hope they never find the antidote

They been talkin' out their neck then I put my foot to their throat

You mess with the family, get killed I plead insanity

There won't be no survivors, oh the humanity

Tryna keep my pockets fatter than a manatee

I'm so real, you make up shit, like a bitch in her vanity

I don't have enemies

Except for these motherfuckers acting like they a friend of me

I do not trust em cause they are not who they pretend to be

Always keep me drained but there's no more wasting my energy

I cut em off if I don't like the vibe that they been sending me

I was broke for a while now I'm stackin' my bread

If you're fuckin' with the money then I'm crackin' ya head

Got sober then I focused on rapping instead

I was gone for a minute now I'm back from the dead

I was broke for a while now I'm stackin' my bread

If you're fuckin' with the money then I'm crackin' ya head

Got sober then I focused on rapping instead

I was gone for a minute now I'm back from the dead

Ay, bitch what, hold on I don't give a fuck

No I'm not a blood, but I'm always in the cut

Cut cut cut what, bitch I'm cutting up

I'm back from the dead and ima stand on what I said

Bitch, I don't drink no diet Coke I put Coke in your diet

You could try it 'for you buy it, know you'll like it I'm a psychic

See you pulling out them testers just to put em on my diamonds

Know that I pull out them testers too, but these ones for my clients

I'm like jackhammer, Jack these rabbits out they jacaranda

Better back up before I make your head a fucking jack-o'-lantern

And I put this arm and hammer to your head and shoulders that quick

Blow the baking soda out my nose, no that ain't dandruff

I said my killer what, shock the black light kilowatts

Ray can kick out kidney shots cuz kid we keep our kilos up

Creeps and creatures creeping by who keep it Kunta Kinte locked

We cut you crucial kudos to those dudes who move those blocks of rock

I was broke for a while now I'm stackin' my bread

If you're fuckin' with the money then I'm crackin' ya head

Got sober then I focused on rapping instead

I was gone for a minute now I'm back from the dead

I was broke for a while now I'm stackin' my bread

If you're fuckin' with the money then I'm crackin' ya head

Got sober then I focused on rapping instead

I was gone for a minute now I'm back from the dead