PatChat - Hostage (Run It Back) Lyrics

Pull up to the bagel store lemme get my order taken
Order a salted bagel with runny eggs, cheese, and bacon
I love fried rice with a side of shrimp
That has jack shit to do with this
PatChat up in this bitch boy
Don't tell PETA that I'm in this bitch boy
I am not a bitch boy
I don't even have a bitch boy
I want a good time, what the f*ck's a long time
Then I'm saying goodbye you know for a long time
I've said it before, I blast off like C4
No need to say more, I'm Mr. Claymore
You're under average, you're young dagger dick
I'm not havin' it, get sacked Kaepernick
I'm in the building, you best evacuate
No more rats and snakes, I go eradicate
I am the magistrate, I hate ratchetness
PatChat here to judge like I got a damn gavel
I hit the streets I'm in love with the gravel
I keep kicking you can't even paddle
I don't play soccer but I love to travel
Screw you if you're screw loose
You're more like see through, a ghost from Scooby-Doo
You revolve around me like child's hula hoop

I'm a god in the hood nigga
I gotta run it back nigga
Finna run it back nigga

I run it back like running in reverse
I run it back like last into first
I always say what's never said
The US flag is white, blue, and red
People look over me, they look overhead
Top chicken, I don't settle for lesser than
I learned all my lessons man, I'm the bestest man
There's no one better than
I'm more nuts than a PTSD US veteran

Wait., okay I went a little bit too far
I'm sorry don't cancel me
F*ck, cut the audio, cut

Run it back I hit rewind
DVR Adventure Time
I like to save moment man
No slavery but I own it man
Feel like an olympian
Number one golden man
Everyday talking guap
Life's a bitch, I'm walking her in the park
I'm double-edged, that you know is twice as sharp
Makin' art, make my mark
Patrick R. and the R is for recklessness
Effortless, my ethic is perfectionist
Label me feminine, it's whispers to my adrenaline
Everyone feeling hot, they all blow up the same
Catch some flame, burn out and we call that YouTube fame
Y'all just sound the same- homonyms
I'll tell you how I got at 'em
Straight to the man- ad hominem
Chop at limbs disarmin' em
Sweaty palms and shit from all the ass pummelin'- bitch
Forget going even I am beating odds
Bob and weave to box
Knock 'em out the ring
I think outside the box
Gloves glued on so they're never coming off
Off nigga off nigga off nigga

I'm a god in the hood nigga
I gotta run it back nigga
Finna run it back nigga
Finna run it back
I'm a god in the hood nigga
I gotta run it back nigga
Finna run it back nigga
Finna run it back, run it back, run it back
I'm a god in the hood nigga
I gotta run it back nigga
I Finna run it back, run it back, run it back
I'm a god in the hood nigga
So I gotta run it back nigga
Finna run it back