L3S-K - My GVNG

Back, said I'm bringing it back
Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back
What you did's all like swinging a bat
Would y'all believe that I'm bringing it back

Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back
Back, back, said I'm bringing it back
Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back
What you did's all like swinging a bat

Would y'all believe that I'm bringing it back
Yes, I've been back at it, back at it
On the streets, it's like a bad habit
I ain't using like a crack at it

I'll soon be taking crack at it
I'm back at it, I'm back at it
These damn niggas, they can't have it
I'm speaking truth like an old man

So my soul rhyming for these old bastards
With my gang, we popping off the big skank
Can't hoppin' off of my lane
I know these bars I got, I earn my fame

Cuz I'm fucking the track, I get tucked like a man
When I ride a tight tire and I leave your race flat
Y'all can't react, I'mma smoke with your pack
And this shit back, relax, cuz I'm bringing it back

Y'all can't react, I'mma smoke with your pack
And this shit back, relax, cuz I'm bringing it back
Woo
Fuckin' with my gang

We poppin' off the big skank
Back at it, I'm back at it
Sometimes I spit this sporadic
Sometimes I spit it so slow

But sometimes faster, double time master
It's a disaster when I get plagiarized
I talk to you, girl, like Mr. Bombastic
High mathematics, like Mr. Fantastic

I'll trick somebody like Mr. Go-Gadget
When did I get so savage
Twenty-three years in a fucked-up planet
They have it and I can't stand it

Might disappear like a plane that never landed
Fake rappers, lack talent
Puddle tip like a black talent
Don't play games like a gammon

I'll slap a bitch back, girl
Fuckin' with my gang
We poppin' off the big skank
Get hoppin' off of my lane

I know these bars I got, I earn my fame
Cuz I'm fuckin' the track
I attack like a mack when I write a tat-tat
And I leave your bitch flat

Y'all can't react to my smoke when you're packin
Just sit back, relax, sit back, relax, relax, relax
No G-Soul in your school era
Bet you heard that one

Truth be told, I'ma cause hysteria
So you better run faster
Sometimes I just wanna digress
And reflect on my progress

Other times I'm depressed
I confess, but it's part of the process
Going back, back to the days of the boom boom bop
With a snapback and a back full of raps

Back in the day when we used to bank cash
In the stash in the back of the one-room flat
Keep it real, I'm all-in for the kill
Keep it real, I'm all-in for the kill

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer
Keep it real, I'm a serial killer
Keep it real, I'm a serial killer
Keep it real, I'm a serial killer

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer
Keep it real, I'm a serial killer
Keep it real, I'm a serial killer

Written by:
alexandre lescard

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