Lyrics: Sean Momberger/Johnny Coddaire/Leigh Elliot/OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN/Marty James/Trevor Beresford Romeo/Jarrett Todd
Music: Sean Momberger/Johnny Coddaire/Leigh Elliot/OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN/Marty James/Trevor Beresford Romeo/Jarrett Todd
Back to life
Back to reality
Back to life
Back to reality
They say the streams fake, the bots runnin' this thing, wait
Still I gotta make them bands, count my cheesecake
**** offsides, this my free play
I'm internin' for my barber, get your free fade
Oh, wait, tell me where we at though
I'm looking through the windows of your soul, I don't backdoor
I lost some good men 'cause they couldn't see the back door
We black, bearing arms now, keep it in the satchel
Paige, all this hating on me isn't natural
But god gave me this and atheists can see the passion
And y'all **** lame, hydroplanin' with the crash outs
But everything a lot, so, bring everything, everything
Back to life
Back to reality
In the belly of the—
Back to life
Back to reality
Yeah, in the belly of the beast
Back to life
Back to reality
In the belly of the—
Back to life
Back to real—
But ain't no ****in' way, boy
Yeah, we celebrating while opposition ain't optimistic
God's good, but I'm often questioning when he listen
The hate is bigger than me, the weight is bigger than me
They crashing out, I feel like I'm at talladega winning
Chocolate city, we supposed to be good
Never thought I'd see rayful edmond's on social media
They out their cotton-pickin' minds, they don't know the details
Me and kazz talkin' silk, temple beverly hills
Southwest, southwest, shout out to 106
Every show I had at platinum, they was gettin' me lit
Everybody show you love when you givin' 'em shit
One day you say no, they no longer pretend to be friends
My men don't sketch, y'all drawn as shit
I lost some **** to dippers, I lost some **** to fent
I lost it all, when I got it all, I'm a target again
When everything you do offensive, you be hard to defend, I'm goin'
Back to life
To the belly of the—
Back to reality
In the belly of the—
Back to life
Yeah
Back to reality
In the belly of the beast
Back to life
Yeah
Back to reality
In the belly of the—
Back to life
Back to re—
How ever do you want me?
Look, bands on melrose, chain on mayday
Irs patient, friends on jpay
How can I express that the shit that got me rich
That depression and the pressure is the mother****er?
Look, wine drinking in malibu is a mind****
Used to buy ten-dollar pieces with nine bucks
A dollar short, a day late
**** with broad ways, I'm sorry, I'm not for play-play
Small conversations I vacate
They all say we brothers, I feel like I'm bison dele
Yeah, I got this stripper from l.a.
My cousin just had a wedding, I put her ass in the gele
Yeah, maybe I'm way too careless
Or maybe need to appear to my parents I'm on the same wave
Look, the ebb and flow of this talent
Is like a balancing act but my parents gave me my stage name
Bands on melrose, chain on mayday
Irs patient, friends on jpay
How can I express that the shit that got me rich
That depression and the pressure is the mother****er?
Look, look, bands on melrose, chain on mayday
Irs patient, everybody waitin'
How can I express that the shit that got me lit
That depression, the pressure, the mother****in' same thing?
Back to life
In the belly of the—
Back to reality
In the belly of the—
Back to life
Yeah
Back to reality
In the belly of the beast
Back to life
Back to reality
You know what I'm sayin'?
Back to life
Back to reality