I’m Right Back

[Intro]

Uh, one word…BANKS!

[Verse 1]

Yeah this was Nas beat (Uh)

Now it’s my beat (Uh)

The best guy eats (Uh)

Word to cocked teeth

I gotta neck full of ice, so when the light hit me I shine, kinda like reflectors on a bike (Yeah!)

My gun and my knife the protectors of my life, I could drop a jewel (Jewel)

But it’s extra for a vice (Uh)

My talk game ugly

I don’t trick lobster or bubbly

The groupies get boxes of subway

Who the fuck told him to say that? (Uh)

And the skull on his shirt, givin’ a nigga two heads to aim at (Haha)

Move, give a nigga room like a Maybach

Thug from the womb to thе tomb where I stay at

The rap fans know еm’

But I’m still packin’

‘Cause trouble follows a nigga like

Pac-Man Jones (Yeah!)

I despise niggas (Yeah!)

Whip by niggas (Yeah!)

Beef’ll make a bitch outta six five niggas

(Uh)

I ain’t never love the fame (Nah)

My heart goes out to all the reoccurring pain from the hurricane (Woo!)

That boy there is the truth

And he ball like Syracuse (Uh huh)

On a hundred proof of syrup juice (Wow)

I’m the in streets nigga in the industry (Uh)

It’s good, great, the greatest, then it’s me

Tryna avoid the penitentiary (Uh)

When it’s all set and done niggas better mention me

[Outro]

Yeah!

I like that, aye I’m right back

Yeah, it’s the green gang mane, Uh!