Текст песни I'm Back

I'm living my life on the edge so I mind out where I step
Cause if I was caught slipping could end with a violent deat
And I don't want you to miss me
So I gotta keep it bizzy
I'm always on the move like a caravan, a gypsy
I'm the truth, I'm the proof with the city
And it's true I came thru like I flew... frisbee
Suttin you can't catch
I'm labelled hard crack
And I'm stable cah the label got ya dargs back
I can't act lately I'm a poser
I got ya lady naked wiating patient on the sofa
Got me contemplating ways to make her take the soldier
Youts are probably hating cause I made it and they're older
K kolllaaa! reppin for the bits, the takeover
The rest can call it quits, gameover
Take noe darg, I came so far
So from the top ima drop you down a postcard, pussy

I'm signing autographs in hell
Shits are coming to my cell
Telling me that I'm the shit
They can't believe that I'm in jail
But I can't believe it either
And it's hard for me to cipher
In this bitch, I stand firm like a man when I'm inside her
At the worst I treat my bird like my bird ride her
Word to the sperm
Ima a ceritifed rider
It's so serious
Hoes were really missed
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You needa lift, lady I can take you up
Ride on this let it flick till I make you come
I run shit with with the chick
You can take a dump
If I front it, I get no need to front
Deceiving cunts, something I don't really want
I just make 'em disappear and I don't need a wand
I'm the man of the year and I've been gone for moths
Keep the ground to my ear like my lobe was stuck, pussy

I am fresh out of a box
Crepes fresh out of a box
Hot stepping on the block, middle finger to the cops
Ong my rca roc shit
Stone bizzy block shit
Chrome dizzy, dome dizzy
Lizzy got me on shit
I gwopped it, fly like a cockpit
I make it stack to my height from my offspring
I hit the track with punchlines like I'm boxing
To do or die was the life I was dropped in
But it's soft tings
I push harder
And get rid of bad seeds like a gardener
I put a lid on mad beef like a farmer
And my whole team eat like pirhanas
I'm b-nanas
My heads gone dawg
Read dramas nuttin like a soap star
So keep calm cause rage will approach ya
My dawgs stick up kids no poster, pusssy