{Hook}
On my way back
Watchin' all the fiends I move past
Gold Grills Old Chevys Faded Tatts
Leather comfort leaned back
Poppin' bottles to the emcee lace tracks
[Verse One - Rich Adam]
'Coz it's some old school sh**
Same sh** gettin' lit
Like f** a fake b**h Ion want it
Old fruit, new bruises & rumors provided
ba*tards chase the cake & they sign it
& I'm selfish ya'll & I came straight for your neck
Servin' up my own dish b**h no respect
Better make your escape before it's too late
Get up caught up like the Nixon watergate
Checking my wrist 'coz you're ticking outta time
Gun you down 'coz I'ma get my mine
Dollars to dimes
Coz it's a cruel world
Hot girls
Old rhymes
Cold facts
Bussin' while they move back
[Verse 2 Rapper Realc]
Reminisce like yesterday
Flossin' chokers now its iced
Some like a dream Can I live it?
Yea that's true
Masculating and Heatpackin' motivatin' my ego
Alterin' my weakness now I drop that sick flow
I told myself I'ma make it and swallowed up that f**in
Mission statement:
For better or for worse I'ma get it
‘em fiends I gotta let go
‘em b**hes I can't settle for
Focused on 'em fishes it ain't no Future I can move that dope!
Measuring my success from a Pound to Pound
Back then I flirt up with the hoodrats now its models in arms
Land like Blow!!! (echo)
Low-keys surely have to get down huh?
I left with book of rhymes now I'm back with the sound (one!)