Back In A Minute Lyrics

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Baby I ain't coming back in a minute

I'm trying to stack till I'm winning

I ain't worried about capping my feelings

Cuz there ain't been no cap in my writings

And I got slaps Will Smithing

That shit could rock some

Make you think about love

Even if you got none

Even with the top down

They ain't finally top us

They ain't finally best me

Ain't one shorty left me

I'm lucky I'm lefty

Got hoes trying to cuff me

Yeh

They want to arrest me

Put a hundred on myself

Nah that really ain't betting

An a hater get sniped dawg

Had to call his ass Wesley

And they should call me Bruce Lee

Way I be kicking shit

My competition they sick of it

I'm with my shorty we intimate

My dawg trying to tell me the shit that they saying about me

But I ain't been listening

Gossiping I ain't been into it

They want to know how I got here

It take some focus and discipline

It take some love and some hate

It take some real and some fake

Just so you know what the difference is

I turned my enemies into my instruments

Now I could play em for real

They throwing shade on the field

Easy to see all the snakes in the grass when you sitting on top of the hill

The king of my city I'm still

Pop back and they know the drill

I got to hold back the feels

Think I got covid I'm ill

Cheese while I'm signing the deal

Chiefing on something like my name was Patty for real

Don't need a Patek to tell you what time it is

I'm heating up cause the summer is coming you know what the climate is

Racked up these writings and they get deposited

If I invested my time and my money you know I get something up out of it

Fuck who been doubting it

They trying to sell you on something authentic

But that shit been counterfeit

That shit astonishing

They been so worried about clout and the fame and the money

That they ain't see that's what the problem is

Throw up some shit like I vomited

Head in the cloud like astronomers

"Will you come down?"

I ain't promising

I'm in her mouth like thermometers

I don't need help man I got this shit

Yeh

I don't need help man I got this shit

Yeh

Now I could play em for real

They throwing shade on the field

Easy to see all the snakes in the grass when you sitting on top of the hill

The king of my city I'm still

Pop back and they know the drill

I got to hold back the feels

Think I got covid I'm ill

Cheese while I'm signing the deal

Chiefing on something like