Way Back

This songs literally just to prove that I can rap still

I don't even like making songs like this anymore

Let's go

Money the reason I get up, I got an addiction and I don't want help

She throwin' it back, I'm watchin' that ass shake all by itself

I'm talkin' way way way way way way way way back

I'm talkin' way way way way way way way way back

Uh uh uh

Now you got me steppin' in

Big man on the court huh?

Well I'm Jokić checkin' in

They prayed and prayed on me to lose

But I guess god wasn't in

They really hate to see me win

But here I am once again

I'm back to my old ways again

And honestly I think I'm glad

You slowing me down

Draggin' ass tryna get to the bag

I got 'em all talkin'

Whether it's good or it's bad

Ex gon' say I'm a pig

Well it's better to fuck than be sad

Fuck a Richard Mille I just want a clean bill of health and a loyal bitch

Keep the credit cards

Heavy debt and cars

Sign the wrong line it's over with

Y'all pathetic I ain't sympathetic

I tower like Giannis over these Bucks

Don't forget it, promise y'all regret it

Act a pussy boy and that gon' get you fucked

Uh let's switch up the topic

The pick of the litter now pickin' their pockets

She hoppin' on top it, I flip it and bop it

Got her yellin' to god while I'm goin' demonic

Uh

Then it's see you later

My ex's make up the lump sum of my haters

Old man in the mornin', I needed the paper

One drag of this pack got you meetin' your maker

Money the reason I get up, I got an addiction and I don't want help

She throwin' it back, I'm watchin' that ass shake all by itself

I'm talkin' way way way way way way way way back

I'm talkin' way way way way way way way way back

Uh uh uh

Now you got me steppin' in

Big man on the court huh?

Well I'm Jokić checkin' in

They prayed and prayed on me to lose

But I guess god wasn't in

They really hate to see me win

But here I am once again

It's really depressing, y'all faker than wrestling

If 12 be pressin' don't answer a question

Thank god for the fifth

Ain't got a Glock on my hip

But if I gotta grip

Grab the Louis and swing like machado until your whole noggin' is split

I've been runnin' this shit for so long that I ain't have to jog in a bit

Yeah my stamina low but my heart never quit so I'm offin' 'em quick

On top of your coffin I'll spit

Smokin' your pack got me coughin' and shit

Uh

I got her tossin' a fit

Ghosted her ass, now it's hauntin' that bitch

Puffin' the petro, got gas for days

Actin' fishy, get your ass filleted

My lessons all come from the badder days

Now bitch I'm the shit, give you bladder pains

I feel like Steph from the logo

My bitches been ballin' like Rebecca Lobo

Givin' all my ex's fomo

I met her on Monday, Tuesday Acapulco

Gotta be able to hold your own

She wait for the tone on my mobile phone

Me and my demons stand toe to toe

Only beef if it comes with the provolone

Money the reason I get up, I got an addiction and I don't want help

She throwin' it back, I'm watchin' that ass shake all by itself

I'm talkin' way way way way way way way way back

I'm talkin' way way way way way way way way back

Uh uh uh

Now you got me steppin' in

Big man on the court huh?

Well I'm Jokić checkin' in

They prayed and prayed on me to lose

But I guess god wasn't in

They really hate to see me win

But here I am once again