Blackay - Make It Back (feat. Rayzurr) Lyrics

Yeah
Coughing
I can't hear you
What the f*ck are you doin?
Ayy, put that shit back, I wanna smoke some motherf*cking cigarette
It's Blackay on this, man
Yeah, Smoke that motherf*ckin' cigarettes
That's my nigga right there
It's triple nine shit
Let's get it
We Hit em' from the back
We gotta put the motherf*ckin' money in the bank cause we gotta make it back
I got a call from my dad, but I can't hear him cause he's callin' from my past so they can't have me back
I put a dance on ya ass, I did it for the cash
I don't need your thanks, I did that for the chance
Uh, Put the motherf*ckin' money back in the bank cause all these niggas know I gotta make it back, I don't really give a f*ck, Amiri on my pants, I did it for the fans, I got nothin' from my past
All I want is the cash
We play it from the back like a motherf*cking cello
These niggas know all I need is a bankroll
Those who don't know me gon' say I'm an asshole
Don't play with my banknote, I said that to my household
Niggas get jealous when I walk to the bank, so I dive
I put you on flick, I put you on switch
I put you on this, I put you on that
Would you let me breath, would you let see
This shit so real
That's how I feel but am filled with greed
Am in my head and it's feel with needs
Would you let me see
I know, you know, you know, yeah
When you make a milli for your friend
When you make a milli for the band
Would you let me see wat u meant
Do you understand how I felt
I still write this shit off head
Carry my dreams for back
I do this shit no cap
How would I? uuh
How would I live my life
Bitch don't want waste no time, Am on my shit alright
I got my dreams in sight, I ate this beat in fact
I hope ur mind intact, All this paper I get stacked
Time for war, get strapped, I no fit lie I snapped
Watch ur back get stabbed, Watch your back, you get stabbed
They can't have me back, ayy, I hate it when them niggas startin' actin' like they hate
These niggas look like they just got out of the grave
But I can't feel myself so I call on Brother Dave
Put the bullet in his brain
But I don't feel alright
Different conversations with my demons all night long
They get me off the mud
I gotta tell my Mum I've been havin' conversations with myself all along they said that I'm gone
I know, you know, you know
When you make a milli for your friend
When you make a milli for the band
That's how I feel but am filled with greed
We play it from the back like a motherf*ckin' cello
These niggas know all I need is a bankroll
Those who don't know me gon' say I'm an asshole
Don't play with my banknote, I said that to my household
Niggas get jealous when I walk to the bank, so I dive
(Niggas get jealous when I walk to the bank, so I dive)