Back 2 It Lyrics

You dealing with a sound here

They say it's a Rap Renaissance round here

I was by the back door in the lounge chair

Kiesh was on the second floor the trap was pumping downstairs

One smoker serving a full house

Couple racks before we pulled out

Back when ecstasy was popping

Couple beans in my stream wide awake while I'm guapping

I learned my trade in the 9th grade

I'm feeling aged for the ninth grade

I skipped state with my homie Tone

I was only 14 far away from home

I lived with Nine I probably had him stressing

Especially when he found my stash and Smith and Wesson

Quit school had a son early

No work permit married to the slumbs early

Sipping 1738

At 17 they found my 38

3 Months passed I watched daughter born

But I'm no longer with my baby moms

Now I'm hustling for a family

On probation I sold Pam D

She was working for the damn Ds

Had me feeling like life couldn't stand me

Came home went college quick

Talking that I'mma get a job and shit

That shit was slow I turned to what I know

Told my homie I'mma need a o

Got it clicking got the phone licking

Dirty pisses my PO tripping

Its like I'm throwing rocks at the pen

Wiretaps and photo arrays put me in

I don't know but I'm stuck again

State greens Corcraft was the fucking brand

Came home and hustled again

I just wanted to live my life Grand

I swear as far as I could remember wanted to be a rap star

Close my eyes and envision it see myself going mad far

But I was walking in the cold I just wanted me a fast car

Arm and Hammer on the counter ice trays with a glass jar

If we don't blow off the beats we going back to the streets with the bomb product

If we don't blow off the beats we going back to the streets with the bomb product

If we don't blow off the beats we going back to the streets with the bomb product

If we don't blow off the beats we going back to the streets with the bomb product