BACK iN STYLE Lyrics

Look, shit I pull up like that Y2K I'm coming back in style

I just broke a brace, but like the way they shining out my mouth

I been hush for days, don't listen when they try to bite the sound

Don't do this for no IG, but it's quiet when the real come back around

And I'm stainless still, so when I drop, they gotta mark it down

And these niggas diss, but couldn't count me out

Yeah, I'm really him, I play with words, a pro with all these nouns

If they want some smoke, it's cool, I'm sending that shit by the pound

And I'm lighting up, nah, I'm really chilling out

They couldn't touch me on these tracks, that's why they really feel me now

And my city talking Millyz, but I'ma need about a thou

So much Casa' in this cup, almost ain't make it out the house

Shit, nah, almost didn't make it out

Yeah, think I'm every circle way y'all always see me round

Everybody in the north know this young nigga from the south

Shit, when it's up in any city, I'm the one who hold it down

Yeah, that's really me, grew up with a different type of hunger

This shit a bitch to feed, these niggas always talking out they ass

That don't mean shit to me, I'm really him

I let it burn like Elohim, then link with Saint

I bet this shit gon' sound like Ken and Baby Keem

Don't tell me wait, cause I've been getting mines up since like 17

They said this mic got love for me, they know this ain't no Billie Jean

Nah, this shit ain't no, ain't no space for both of us up on these stages

I'm sick as hell, I know they mad as fuck, it ain't contagious

Shit, if it was then I could probably name a lot of y'all be famous

These niggas want my spot, but they ain't got the skills to take it

Boy, I'm everybody's favorite, they couldn't step into my ASICS

They couldn't make it in these playlists, they couldn't make the shit we making

We ain't never had to fake it, shit, my team look like the Lakers

Couldn't see us with some LASIK, couldn't be us if they prayed it

I'ma eat the cat like,

oh shit, the beat over