Ayy, this beat too damn lit
You ain't ready, go and get yo' first aid kit
Get yo' bandages like if you just slit your wrist, ayy
I made this, but I had to go through the forest
Too much heat, whole project shining like I'm the florist
Bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, yuh
I said bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, uh
I'm back and I return
The project is here can you feel the burn
Once I'm done all you rappers will finally learn
Finally learn to never add fuel to the burn
Flip the project it's vinyl turned
The new shit that you've never heard
Open the package and feel my words
Full of passion, sorry if I repeat any words
It's my return, we gonna be eating thirds
Landed on my nest like if I was a baby bird
Lay on my head, lay on my head
Thinking about the beat I stirred
Lay on my bed, lay on my bed
Praying from all the words I slurred
I f*ck on yo' bitch, I f*ck on yo' bitch
I'm f*ckin', I'm f*ckin', I'm f*ckin' yo bitch
Bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, yuh
I said bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, uh
I'm back in this bitch
Any thot that comes around can go back to the ditch
I'm a hypocrite, just listen to the beat I flip
I'm a hypocrite, listen to the words I spit
People are dumb, I gotta admit
People don't understand the time I commit
I pull up with the stick, then I hit a f*ckin' lick
Then I dip in the whip, throwing my rhymes to the f*ckin pit
I hit record it's a wrap then I submit like I never gave a shit
Back to when I said I was a hypocrite
I'm in my bed with these thots that are up to no good
Tryna remember my hood, rise to the top if I could
Or even better, I thought maybe I should
Now all my haters are carrying my wood
Ayy, bitch, ayy, yuh, yuh
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Ayy, this beat too damn lit
You ain't ready, go and get yo' first aid kit
Get yo' bandages like if you just slit your wrist, ayy
I made this, but I had to go through the forest
Too much heat, whole project shining like I'm the florist
Bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, yuh
I said bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, uh
I'm back and I return
The project is here can you feel the burn
Once I'm done all you rappers will finally learn
Finally learn to never add fuel to the burn
Flip the project it's vinyl turned
The new shit that you've never heard
Open the package and feel my words
Full of passion, sorry if I repeat any words
It's my return, we gonna be eating thirds
Landed on my nest like if I was a baby bird
Lay on my head, lay on my head
Thinking about the beat I stirred
Lay on my bed, lay on my bed
Praying from all the words I slurred
I f*ck on yo' bitch, I f*ck on yo' bitch
I'm f*ckin', I'm f*ckin', I'm f*ckin' yo bitch
Bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, yuh
I said bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, uh
I'm back in this bitch
Any thot that comes around can go back to the ditch
I'm a hypocrite, just listen to the beat I flip
I'm a hypocrite, listen to the words I spit
People are dumb, I gotta admit
People don't understand the time I commit
I pull up with the stick, then I hit a f*ckin' lick
Then I dip in the whip, throwing my rhymes to the f*ckin pit
I hit record it's a wrap then I submit like I never gave a shit
Back to when I said I was a hypocrite
I'm in my bed with these thots that are up to no good
Tryna remember my hood, rise to the top if I could
Or even better, I thought maybe I should
Now all my haters are carrying my wood
Ayy, bitch, ayy, yuh, yuh
You ain't ready, go and get yo' first aid kit
Get yo' bandages like if you just slit your wrist, ayy
I made this, but I had to go through the forest
Too much heat, whole project shining like I'm the florist
Bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, yuh
I said bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, uh
I'm back and I return
The project is here can you feel the burn
Once I'm done all you rappers will finally learn
Finally learn to never add fuel to the burn
Flip the project it's vinyl turned
The new shit that you've never heard
Open the package and feel my words
Full of passion, sorry if I repeat any words
It's my return, we gonna be eating thirds
Landed on my nest like if I was a baby bird
Lay on my head, lay on my head
Thinking about the beat I stirred
Lay on my bed, lay on my bed
Praying from all the words I slurred
I f*ck on yo' bitch, I f*ck on yo' bitch
I'm f*ckin', I'm f*ckin', I'm f*ckin' yo bitch
Bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, yuh
I said bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many bangers like I blindly steer
The refined fire is finally near, uh
I'm back in this bitch
Any thot that comes around can go back to the ditch
I'm a hypocrite, just listen to the beat I flip
I'm a hypocrite, listen to the words I spit
People are dumb, I gotta admit
People don't understand the time I commit
I pull up with the stick, then I hit a f*ckin' lick
Then I dip in the whip, throwing my rhymes to the f*ckin pit
I hit record it's a wrap then I submit like I never gave a shit
Back to when I said I was a hypocrite
I'm in my bed with these thots that are up to no good
Tryna remember my hood, rise to the top if I could
Or even better, I thought maybe I should
Now all my haters are carrying my wood
Ayy, bitch, ayy, yuh, yuh
Writer: Lauryn Hill, Pras Michel, Wyclef Jean
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.