Back again/ Selfmade Pace Lyrics

Bitch you too late my turn

Come across yo face like some sideburns

No ticky on from my timer

In cocaine linen I'm Colombia pure

Box a nigga out the box

When the bell ring it's time to floss

From cz to s1 to vvs on igtv

Radio play never matter

I'm in the field P

Swing in that big body fast and swiftly

Light skin thick ass please don't tempt me

Had to get filthy to get clean

Son of one no nigga can bitch me

The coach and player who tf can bench me

Rose gold shirt rose gold loafs welcome home rose

Niggas talking dumb in the hood Better go home

It's big money out here that's what I'm on

Don't sleep enemigos still get domed

I'm taking them trips back and forth

Sacrifice it all at what cost

Bitch I'm

Back again what you thought

They thought they killed me

Them bitches lost!

Toolie too lit too lit

Good artist draw too quick

Just got the pack now gotta re up

Gold on dark pocket full living feet up

No it's over when you see us

Ya bitch see me she go team up

No man behind from Ben

To gorge I don't leave nothing

Blowing that cereal milk no breakfast

Go Brazy in mall like a wishlist

I just wanna ball my only wish

Love the cash like my only bitch

My only son go get a Benz

No bitch I don't need friends

No fake family I'm solid with me in the end

Fresh from the pen

Chasing that bag

It's running again

Never chasing no hoe

Back like I never left

They asking where he go

Did on my own niggas wasn't tryna help me

Now they was there

I'm on wanting selfies

Backwoods only filled with the best tree

Gotta say you looking like fine piece

Cuban link diamond stains

The way you sitting on me

Ain't been thru my struggle

Don't say you feeling me

Always been huMble

Stayed hungry for the bubble

You go respect my hustle

Still hangin with my niggas up to no good

My niggas tryna get a body a leave the hood

Told em get out the way

Rollin niggas over like suge

Mm

Pay may or ignore me baby

Shining off the moonlight

These real jewels baby

Cocaine forever Royal track suit

Off white sneaker to match too

I remember it was Ralph Lauren

Boy I rocked thousand dollar garment off shoring

I came up eattin hotdogs backyarding

Nigga I wore bo hand me down

Where them silly bitches tryna clown me now

Oh now niggas wanna be down

Fake gangstas streets clowns

Been solo in these streets since a juvenile

I remember layin back in my bunk listening juvenile

Bitch I gotta play for keeps

And I need it now

Uh

King EL a artist you don't punchline box with

Taxing 12 from ya bitch

For this watch I gotta get

Gone head send 34 I just got the Bag

Balling like I'm the truth

All bout my greenLike a Celtics tatt

Hella slump ton lean because of deebo ass

Love the hustle so much

Don't wanna leave the cash

I never wanted to see you sad

But the bag couldn't be last