Sk**z - Comeback lyrics

[Verse 1: Sk**z] First off who the f** wanna f** with Sk**z I loogie spit on the track and n***as swear i'm ill But I gotta leave a mess with a major spill And n***as all leave me checks like a major bill its sk**s It's kinda old so you probably never heard this beat And I ain't O.T.A. so yo, you probably never heard of me Should I even join I swear the thought alone's absurd to me But I don't wanna turn a trap house into a murder scene We not the same i'm busting lead your'e busting pell's And if you come out to my hood i'm bussin' rocks you're bussin' shells I've been on some sinning sh** yo, i'm bound to go to hell And i've been on some k**ing sh** yo, i'm bound to go to jail And I might why because I f**ed up the motion They left bodies in the creek and I left mine's up in the ocean And he sank this to the ground but I left my bodies floatin' With they're legs half off and they're face hella swollen damn And I know a n***a say it all the time That I really hope I make it cause I really love to rhyme And i'm not triple H but hey, i'm only in my prime And i'm gonna rise and shine before the age 29 Because i'm living in the jungle where that sh** is full of apes On my sh**, s** my dick, banana clips 'fore you reach my grapes, ho Trynna act tough till you break, ho I f** for free but you pay hoes I'm heavy duty you're play-doh And you saving these hoes wear your cape ho, n***a Man they think it's nice how we on our sk**s Born by the gun raised by the hill n***as want bodies they know i'll k** Spit on the track and they know i'm ill Taking this dub and you know that I will Eating these n***as no popping a pill Tell on the cops and i'm coppin' the steel Cleaning you up put the mop in your grill And my team is hungry we taking the meal I'm on 150k from selling and dealing It's back to the hood f** a house on the hill Wait, time out I think I should take that back Cause who the f** wanna go straight back to the trap I want a big house with a plane right in the back A b**h a** so fat, Nicki ma**ive, a 10 Because all I do is eat sh** and think about success All you do is sneak weed and party when the sun sets You see the difference my n***a we're really different You're society's pet and I just never payed attention Yea, I keep it to myself Yea, I always mind my business Never mention all the a** that you be kissing and be sniffing n***a But i'm a writer, probably good as George Orwell And if you ain't got connects then it's like "oh well" I'm trynna make it big my stands is full of Nobels And get the paper, double that i'm eating good, so swell I'm trynna get my carter on but it's a hard knock life And if I don't reach fame i'll be scarred for life Cause i'm a hatchet just surrounded by these pocket knives I carry hatchets plus my style is just like [?] So hey you get the f** out my head We all got different pens so why you stealing my lead, p**y And i'm a writer yea you heard what I said We all got different sheets so how you making my bed, n***a But heres some good music for your earlobes A little rap music, "Oh he been dope" A little bit of Wu-Tang mixed with some Wale and some J. Cole The rap games dead I think you n***as need a hero But this is for the day that pac died He said he's coming back but n***a that was a fat lie And so you bump Wayne cause you think hes the new guy I could go pound for pound, blow for blow with some punch lines Sad to break your heart it's sad to say but he can't rhyme It's a rap game you ought to take his a** to the back line Tried to make it to the top but he's racing at sad times Cause I slapped his a** down cause he know that he can't climb, nothing This is for those who want the rap game right I say you volunteer Sk**z i'll make the rap game tight You looking at his flows like "What he do besides write?" You see i'm looking at your flows like "What you do besides bite" n***a, nothing Life is one super sized hype I gotta f** the world with my super sized pipe I'll walk up on the stage it's like I suicide mic.s And have 'em bobbing their head to something stupid I write, and they like I said you goddamn right they like that A n***a with some punchlines i'll hit you with the right jab You ain't my bro i'll f** your ho, damn right we gon' strike that If n***as sending dis shots just know we'll send 'em right back, boy That D.E. with a lot of rounds Call it cat daddy cause it's sure to bring your body down My lil handgun will have you dancing like Bobby Brown A n***a make cake so i'm sure to gain a lot of pounds I'm from the X but it's not the boogie side of town No matter place, we shoot the person with the thing, you feel me now Shoutout to Maverick yea Project Sound we hold the crown If you don't like that then p**y n***a you could hold it down (x2) (GANG!)