Pyeatt & Joss - BACK LIKE DIS!

Yuh
They say we back but we never left
We just took a little rest
Watching from behind the set
See y'all tryna hide ya mess
Y'all must have the side effects
Of not winning
'Cause you never talk business
Only talk about things in your raps that you've not witnessed
Feeling the plot thicken
I'm itching to pop villains
If you one
You won't see the sun
Whenever I'm done
'Cause I'm real about my shit
I don't ever try to front
If you fuck with Pye or the crew
Then you get the brunt of it
Really I don't want cousins
Saying that they want something
From me when the funds come in
Imma keep the club jumpin'
Imma keep the blood pumpin'
Imma keep the
Imma keep the
Imma keep the peace
Keep it with my piece
While you sleep
Run up in yo house and wake you up for tryna sleep on me
Who you kidding, b?
You cannot get rid of me
I got killer tendencies
A tendency to end a beat

They didn't want us to come back like dis
They didn't think that we could rap like dis
They didn't expect us to make tracks like dis
Now they gonna hate on us kids
And I say we kids but we got grown man bidness
And Joss, he my brother so we gon' kill it
And if you ever touch him you know we gon' kill ya
We gon' kill ya
Yeah
Yeah

I bet you didn't think that I could rap like dis
I bet you never thought that I could make tracks like dis
I used to drive not a car and we still lived very far
But my boy Ross would pull up and we'd go bar for bar
Verse for verse
Putting other rappers up in the dirt
And our ethic is ethnic, cause we always put in our work
Roll up that tree and get a smirk
If you try me, you gon' get merked
That's word to my brother, won't you try me motherfucker yuh
'Cause I can sing on you
And take your bitch
I'm a pretty motherfucker
Make me rich
Give us your ears and your money
And you'll see that nothing we say has been funny
And you'll know that we'll take over the world
And you can't have it
'Cause I got a bad habit
Of taking what I want and keeping it

They didn't want us to come back like dis
They didn't think that we could rap like dis
But they never saw us making tracks like dis
Whatever we do, they gon' hate on the kids
We still kids but we got grown man bidness
Stepping to us, man I really wouldn't risk it
Mess with my brother then you know we'll fucking kill ya
He gon' kill ya
Yeah
Yeah

I been on the run
I been on the run
(On the run)
Depressed for like three months, that ain't never fun
(Never fun)
Working my way up to be your number one
(Number one)
And yea I put that work in, that's that income
(Yuh Yuh)
Don't act like it's sweet 'cause I know how you really feel
Left up out my streets 'cause it started to get really real
(Really real)
I was rapping, making beats
Getting Philly real
(Really real)
Now all I need is me, don't you hear me yeah
Losin' my mind like kid's teeth
How I feely feel
Do you wanna hurt me, how you really feel?
(Really real)
You know you love to hurt me bro let's keep it real
(Keep it real)
You know you love to hurt me bro let's keep it keep it

Keep it true
Just like how you used to do
Way before you ever got the Subaru
Way before I ever used to worry about losing you
Way before the newer you, I guess I was a different dude
But I feel the same
Spitting all the real and pain
I'm still hanging out with bitches that don't feel a thang
Tryna peel away 'cause you made me feel a way
Say what's on your mind girl, tell me what you really thank
I ain't tryna play no type of games
It's a silly thang
Like Chiddy Bang
Guess we being kids again

Written by:
Pyeatt Hitchcock, Ross Jones

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