FOOL - Back In My Zone

Ain't going home 'til I'm on
'Til I pull up with a mil at the door
I'm something you cannot ignore
I'm something your shorty adores
(Fly as Fuck)
Easily stealing a moment
This ain't no persona
My flow so important
Though Nobody noticed it
At the beginning now I'm passing a quarter like smoking with wiz
They don't know shit, they get hit with a mix of a kick and a clap
Fist and a slap
bitch if you mad
Just know how to act
When I hit you facts
Wordy boy attack
Peel their heads back
No cap
Kill it fast
Highest in the room like a ceiling fan
Everybody gonna get slammed, Rampage
My work you've seen, do it every damn day
This ain't that dude that they thought of
I'm bringing that product
Till I'm reach about 2 to 3 commas
A House in Bahamas,
And supercars I can just drive when I wanna,
Bitch I'm a chopper
Fuck out of my lane
Swear you like Bruce
Bitch I'm like Baine
Bag after bag Ima start capping chains
Back on the track like they hitting replay
Out on the stage
They screaming my name
I can't complain
This shit insane
A mil in day
Soon in a way
I'll be zooming away
Foolin wit bae
Back in my
Back in my
I'm back in my zone
Back in my
Back in my
I'm back in my zone
Back in my
Back in my
I'm back in my zone
Back in my
Back in my
I'm back in my zone
Bitch, that's how it is
I'm back in my zone
They never listen
I'm back in my zone
They ain't ready for this shit
I'm back in my zone
That's how it is boy
I'm back in my zone
Ball like Lebron I got rings like the Lakers
Writing these bars
As a cook and a waiter
Surrounded by homies
That got me, no favors
All that you got
Are just traitors and haters
Later on jealousy gon be your flavor
Got Hennessy drinking while we rollin papers
They letting me get in the booth and just say words
To get a dream, gotta go put in the labor
A pedigree, not like no other
For now undiscovered
Don't like it, your mother (yo momma)
Not waiting for summer
Not waiting for come ups
I'll stay with the one up
I ain't gonna shut up
All y'all are puppets
Your writers are Dunham
Compare me to Shady
I treat you like Budden
Kill you too sudden
Say it was nothing
Duck season, We gon be hunting till they
Eighty-sixed, 10 years from now
They gon have my greatest hits
I've majored this
Make it last, I'm trying to just savor this
My flavor mint
Y'all ain't getting passed
So keep hating bitch
I make these hits
Just know that wifey type my favorite bitch
I do this at any pace
My crew got that heavy weight
Hungry, I barely ate
Bump my shit every day
Loving her petty face
She wanna get a taste
Creepin around her waist
Know that I'm back to my good ol' ways
Yea
Back in my
Back in my
I'm back in my zone
Back in my
Back in my
I'm back in my zone
Back in my
Back in my
I'm back in my zone
Back in my
Back in my
I'm back in my zone
Bitch, that's how it is
I'm back in my zone
They never listen
I'm back in my zone
They ain't ready for this shit
I'm back in my zone
That's how it is boy
I'm back in my zone

Written by:
Alejandro Hernandez

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