Coming Back (feat. MAC MILLER)

I'm coming back Hey, yeah, I'm comin' I'm coming back Hey, yeah, I'm comin' It's a cold world, baby, but I'm a cold nigga Frostbite tryna take a chew of how I slither My presence give 'em chills, like an Antarctican winter And I'm bangin' Inglewood 'til I'm gettin' caught with a splinter I'm havin' artists for dinner So many fall apart when I spark, it's hard to remember It's always hard rememberin' pain is part of the riddle Somewhere between my art and the dark, I'm parked in the middle I knew my part since was little I knew my heart was official I knew that in my heart that that boy was part of a bigger plan I know my momma not comin' up short of rent again 'Cause I put this rap shit down and go and sin again Fuck all the daps and pounds, I'm on my shit again All that bad mouthin' just runnin' up my adrenaline And yeah, it's safe to say we made a way From gettin' slouched on And Doms'll be that nigga from now on, you dig me? Nothin' to do 'cept smoke and drive (smoke and drive) 20 in your pocket, million on your mind (on your mind) And someone had the drink, someone had the drugs Someone had bitches on the line, that's just what it was (what it was) And I don't regret a single night I came home fucked up Ain't sorry for a single time I made hoes cry Money was a thing I didn't make too much of Tell me "Hurry up," I'ma take my time (my time) I feel like I'm designed for this I don't know how on my timin' is But I know I won't have time again To give this all I got, ayy All my clouds got silver linings Amazin' how I keep my peace alive through all this violence It's a war outside my window, it's like all I hear is sirens But it's somethin' 'bout the melody, I'm driftin' into science I was born hateful, lookin' at this world ugly Way at the bottom, got me questionin' if God love me You know my steez dog, real niggas ride gully Lost a couple soldiers, got me smokin' with my eyes runny My heart cold like I said in the first verse And I'm tryna eat, you niggas eyein' dessert first And somewhere between the hoes and money, I got hurt the worst I swear to God this life a gift and a curse My path was chosen way before I existed, the misfit The voices in my head never tell me wrong, so I listen Either make a way or collision I ain't here to play, nigga, I'm on a mission Nothin' to do 'cept smoke and drive (I hear that) (smoke and drive) 20 in your pocket, million on your mind (on your mind) And someone had the drink, someone had the drugs Someone had bitches on the line, that's just what it was (what it was) And I don't regret a single night I came home fucked up Ain't sorry for a single time I made hoes cry Money was a thing I didn't make too much of Tell me "Hurry up," I'ma take my time (my time) La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la