Whoo
Yea
I'm back, nigga
I'm back on the grind
Came a long way from the back of the back of the line
I got your back and your spine
I keep the fam in the front, not the back of my mind
Back to the basics, I'm turnin' the page like a pacer
Feel like I been walkin' for miles
I can't relax or recline
I keep my eyes on the sparrow just like Captain Jack in his prime
Walk in the booth and I spazz at the drop of a hat or a dime
These niggas Cat in the Hat, not your regular cat
Nigga, I got the heart of a lion
Black on black hoodie, I'm back on my bully
I'm more Artis Gilmore than Optimus Prime
Bad and she boujie but she love the music
Push me to pursue this lil' passion of mine and dawg, I ain't lying
Lost my virginity screamin' f*ck a hater
I'm finna rock-a-bye baby
No more backwoods, only papers
Cap lol
The smell rubbin' off on the neighbors
I see the money done changed ya
These niggas act different like Jonathan Majors
I'm finna call up my motherf*ckin' barber
Cut these niggas off with the razor
Four thirty AM, I'm up on the daily
My bitch want a baby, it's drivin' me crazy
Life is a bitch that know you got a bitch
Tryna handle your shit with your family and lady
Nas and Kanye with the vibes, we major
Young nigga with a old soul like a pager
Tango the goat
And if not, he settin' up shop at the motherf*ckin' stable
I'm back on the grind
Came a long way from the back of the back of the line
I got your back and your spine
I keep the fam in the front, not the back of my mind
Back to the basics, I'm turnin' the page like a pacer
Feel like I been walkin' for miles
I can't relax or recline
I keep my eyes on the sparrow just like Captain Jack in his prime
Walk in the booth and I spazz at the drop of a hat or a dime
These niggas Cat in the Hat, not your regular cat
Nigga, I got the heart of a lion
Black on black hoodie, I'm back on my bully
I'm more Artis Gilmore than Optimus Prime
Bad and she boujie but she love the music
Push me to pursue this lil' passion of mine
And dawg, I ain't lying, dawg, I ain't lying
Uh
Yeah, we in this bitch
Every time I think of the day
Uh, yo
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Optimism at an all-time high
Optima still pushin' like an offensive line
Keep the circle small, you all in octagons
Think outside the square, leave the boxes outside
Where the sun shine and Benita's son shines
Smoke reefer like a tribe on a quest for what's mines, nigga
What a time to be alive, nigga
Still perfect timing if I die
Ain't nobody perfect but I try
New mistakes gettin' made with this major nine
Murder, murder, murder, these flows do homicide
Murder, murder, murder, you hoes killin' my vibe
Murder's all she wrote, I wrote this in the garage
Thursdays reserved for ménage à trois
Smokin' black in milds like father, like child
When it all falls down, who you gon' call now? Uh
Call it a day, calling my bluff
Callin' me gay? I'm happy as f*ck, made it past twenty one
All in a day's work
Screamin' f*ck the world and like a nigga I came first
I know that the case hurts but it'll set you free like a caged bird
Early bird gets the worm, you know the motto
Used to walk to work feelin' like Dirk, no auto
But I'm lookin' at life half-full so pour the bottle, nigga
Optimism at an all-time high
Optima still pushin' like an offensive line
Keep the circle small, you all in octagons
Think outside the square, leave the boxes outside
Where the sun shine and Benita's son shines
Smoke reefer like a tribe on a quest for what's mines, nigga
What a time to be alive, nigga
Still perfect timing if I die
Minor setback for major comeback
Break a wood down, no lumberjack
Stressed out, under attack
Bad bitch, thumb in her butt, cum on the rag
Remember when my dad crashed the Jag, Tim was a running back
Moms told us 'bout her past, it was hard to stomach that like I'm lactose
I tap hoes, then pass those to the frat bros
Ten toes down, I got black toes
I was havin' black thoughts, my niggas had my back though
What goes around comes around like fat hoes
Got bros who ain't around no more, they got tag toes
No cap, finna hit the road again, the back roads
I cheated on Ben Franklin but I'ma get him back though
She want love and all that jazz, I call her Satchmo
Time to blow, she playin' flat notes, don't call my sax-phone
Bitch, I'm in attack mode
Hit the blunt, it hit your back though
Watch out for your back, bro
Optimism at an all-time high
Optima still pushin' like an offensive line
Keep the circle small, you all in octagons
Think outside the square, leave the boxes outside
Where the sun shine and Benita's son shines
Smoke reefer like a tribe on a quest for what's mine, nigga
What a time to be alive, nigga
Still perfect timing if I die, if I die