Back to Back
I got salaries to pay
I could put your baby mama and son in a crib
Talk about a dead beat standing next to me, chapped lips
Drove with you in her Jetta so you could cheat on the 🐩
While she was pregnant with your F-16 Kid
I been debating pulling up in a MiG
to shoot your shit down real quick
Now let’s see how you eject out the whip
Tried to show you ecstasy, but you chose to put disrespect on me
Showing my boss you’re both sloppy fiends by accepting testy things
What’s a goat to a loord, a fucking sacrifice
Quit speaking devilish bars, bitch start acting right
I could end the light, show you what the darkness like
Eat a plate at your dinner table with your mom any night
Yeah she gave me hugs in the city you love so don’t go actin’ nice
I could throw petty shade within the candle light
I could slash all the tributes you claim, I mean that’s homage right
When I was getting the 4 rings - Your bag was sagging, tight
Talking bout the next joint.. to never pass it, that’s hella bright..
Whole core fan audience waiting for you to get the bag alright
Throwaways, the renegade, you been afraid to Fly High, always flopping, better pray
That a 360 will lock your ass into the market, I could partner to quadruple prophets
replaced your stinky no showering ass for a better price
Got less opps when I sold that option off to a worse hand, right..
I could get you in unlimited time with all my Ether
you can’t even fill the bathtub to bath your son again, boy I’ll feed ya
I could bring back mescaline for your breath again since you shallow breathing
Your lungs are ridden with pain, whose heart is bleedin
If I wanted to, I could end it all right here, but maybe not
Might have to tell the whole community you’re queer
600+ bodies and I know you got some 2’s in that lobby
Not to mention the number 2 you claim as a hobby
Only issue is your motel 6 key fob is faulting
Pay your bills, be a dad, focus on anything outside rap
Should’ve been a computer geek instead of leaving success on the mat
for a mic that’ll serve you like a hot sizzlin cast iron mistake, bitch go grab my plate
Maybe I’ll tip you.
Yeah I know how many days you spent wishing for more
Only to prove to your core that you’ll never break free from your jail cells
Stuck in the dungeon that you call your city, well
Go back then and prove you’re a savage. Only saw you run to mom
That was a habit…
It took me a year to find out you dissed me
Consider it a privilege that you even got me to address thee for half a day
I could bless you more, if you beg me. I got a nap to slay.
