Back to the Music Lyrics

Always stay hydrated

Drinking all this agua

Not playing mind games

Getting to this gualla

On my own timeframe

Can't nobody stop me

Blueprint like Myspace

They watch me & they copy

I can see the future

So I can't get throwed off

Know they got they shooters

So I can't afford to doze off

Call me Kama Sutra

Cuz it's time to take these clothes off

Can't say I ain't been through it

Lighting doobies off the stovetop

Hadda get back to the

Back to the

Back to the music

Focused on the wrong shit

An I started to lose it

If I'm being honest

Man I need a real producer

Lump sum on my mind

All the time like a tumor

An I been off my grind

But I'm tryna continue

Not tryna ride with weight

That's intent to distribute

Bitches feel a typa way

But still won't press the issue

Ain't phased by the hate

Cuz they gon praise at my funeral

Ahead of my time

Cuz I been masked up

If I do the crime

Loose ends wrapped up

I just mind mine

I'm not tryna act up

But you crossed a line

Why you tryna act tough

Bring me out my peace

Ima have to do the same

You think shit sweet

But I'm not the one to play wit

EA baby cuz I'm really in the game

You don't want me as a enemy

You gon get sprayed

I'm spiritual cuz miracles the reason I'm alive

Lately though these hating hoes

Been tryna kill my vibe

Brush em off just trust the process

Got it in my sight

So focused on my dough

Got these rolls, watch em rise

Can't noone that I know outwork me

So I'm getting mine

Ian even worried cuz they listen when I didn't try

Say what you want

But I fuck with them Gemini's

I do what I want

Ain't no such thing as Him and I

Hadda get back to the

Back to the

Back to the music

Focused on the wrong shit

An I started to lose it

If I'm being honest

Man I need a real producer

Lump sum on my mind

All the time like a tumor

N I been off my grind

But I'm tryna continue

Not tryna ride with weight

That's intent to distribute

Bitches feel a typa way

But still won't press the issue

Ain't phased by the hate

Cuz they gon praise at my funeral

Money