Back In The Mix Lyrics

Yea, yea

Back in the mix

Bag full of tricks

This is my magic my pen be the stick

Waving this wand over all of the pages

Can't work a job that brings minimum wages

That's why I hope this rap shit works out

I'm in the gym know that I'll never burn out

I'm spinning these tires

I'm filled with these passions, desires

Caught flashes of moves I conspired

I'm bringing my best I'm the spark to the fire

I don't need no kindling

Albums' my Wimbledon

Gonna win majors

My doubters are dwindling

Building my confidence

Rhyming's my dominance

Looking for hits this song is my reconnaissance

Uh yea

Got punchlines galore, but ya'll always asking for more

I'm a say sure, I won't need to go to the store

My shits original, don't need provisionals

Can't do that fake shit, ya'll have made it traditional

So I stay baking while yall cooking pre-mades

I don't do stream aids

Doing this shit for real ain't no more dreaming

Rick Ross and Drizzy yea I'm a stay scheming

Huh

Huh

Lighting the beam like I play for the kings

I'll stick with this theme wanna see what it brings

One things for sure I will never chase rings

Hard work and dedication until she sings

That's my mentality

I might be down I'm not out like I'm Rocky no finality

Dreams to reality

Don't need a check I won't be on a salary

Living my life, tryna leave with a legacy

Steadily finding myself nothings better it's feeling so heavenly

Uh

Yea

Finding myself nothings better it's feeling so heavenly