Audio Push - Way Back (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Price] I need fake n***as to get way back Kobe Bryant number 8 got the range from way back Throwing dirt on my name, I thought we went way back 2017, we'll take that [Verse 1: Price] Go started, it's winter time Yeah that's why I'm cold-hearted I need five million for the deal, no bargain Hey Mr. A&R, I'm sh**ting on your artist [Bust?] my own threads, momma no more Target And my daddy from the gardens And he known for crushing all beef Me, I go the hardest f**ing over all beats Hoping another check'll see more numbers than a call sheet Half these rappers all week Other half, all weak Egg whites, chicken, sausage, toast, I need it whole wheat I'm the type to pa** and bring my winnings to my whole street You the type to see if the water is deep with both feet Swayin' in the Benz vroom-vroom like I don't need no brakes I keep the gra** cut low so I can see the snakes Only want my baby Bad and Boujee like the Migos say Looking at my son and my wife like "I'mma make sure we okay" Looking at my city man like "I'mma make sure we okay" My daddy in the pen, I'm praying I don't see those gates We don't never ever pay no homage to your honor And the only Trump we supporting is Teanna On the real, I need fake n***as to get way back Hot sauce with the [deranged?] braids with the wave cap Everybody jumping ship when it got deep, stay back And don't call it a refund when I tell you it's payback Karma coming for them frauds that ran off and took the swag All my exes mad that wifey live the life they could've had Copping purses, copping dogs, eat your heart out Your new n***a take your check and always barred out s**s, look at God working though I found a Eve that ain't gon' listen to that serpent though Bank account growing, make sure that my circle though I need you to get way back, don't take it personal Lose my number at that, don't take me personal [Verse 2: Oktane] Give me fifty feet way back Play it back, they gon' remember me Front row, see my shows like I'm Mr. T On my phone touch that soul, make her miss the D She text "hey big head," I know she missing me Right in position, we back independently on you hoes, California pros And we finna be on their a**, put her on her nose If she standing up, calisthenics, make her touch her toes Are you sure you wanna battle in this game with us Cause new boys have checked in and couldn't hang with us And you boys think I'm playing, stop playing with us I push the bu*ton, unlock, them Cali crazy n***as And I cannot a**ociate with no more lazy n***as And do not hit my f**ing phone up if you can't pay me, n***a Because time is money baby, I can't waste another second I done wrote some new plans down to break a couple records New place, few whips, and a crazy f**ing necklace Momma said don't get a chain but we be crazy f**ing reckless I been running mad risks, I been taking f**ing chances I done did my whole thing for the IE and I protected I need fake n***as to get way back Can't a**ociate with lame, I been always sayin' that My turn free flame on that Yellow Flame track My Turn 3 is free, next round pay it back Oktane, what's up [Outro] What's up, what's up, what's up