Missing Me

I'm back, with a bang like brap Tryna push it forward but this shits pulling me back I got, the shit on lock of course it's my house Secure, like the door to the White House Knock, lights out Stop, mind out Pop, cause you can through rocks and take shots like Winehouse What the fuck you tryna find out? How am getting money? How am spending money? Where I'm spending time? where am I right now? What chicks he with? What creps are they? Who's car is that? It's a different one to yesterday I tell you now, I don't need to do shit I right hook, that's the biggest feature you will get Fuck a verse, you can get put in a hearse Get put in a body bag, then put in the dirt It's real stupid to fuck with me for no reason G's have got love for me but no feelings Whip, gun, we're speeding I be in any whip that D's in Could have been the B but the wings have wrist Sold the Ro for season I know the feeling, to not have Got that, now I don't want that, I want Johns flat Not watch cash, don't watch that if I can't afford my own There's no need for hating I can make it on my own And that's the difference between me and those, niggas Every time a nigga makes it out they moan Shoulda, woulda, coulda spiiters shouldn't be broke Like I was there first before you were involved So? I couldn't give a fuck about your reputation I change the flow, don't tell me I ain't innovative Riddims I make 'em, stop like a glitch in the Matrix Weave and come again, pull up ca' I'm Jamaican Not, just your average Man I spit fire like a dragon writ it I ain't flirting with the game, I married it I garaged it, hip-hoped it, raggad it Now it's back to grime ca' they been missing me like Madeleine