Back It Up (feat. Michael Aristotle)

Keepin my head on a straight

Got to ahead of my faith

Not tellin you hoes where I’m at

I’m keeping my feds on the chase

My bro got his meds in a case

I know it’s a shift in his pace

I know what’s the price on my head

I’m keeping my wrist in the safe

I’m whipping the 3 & lowkey for a g

But I might put my wrist in the eighth

Talk a lotta shit but I back it up

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Hard to be cordial and normal

When you got tits in your face

I just gotta keep it me uh

Everybody wanna work for me

I just gotta keep it clean uh

I got a check of the bucket list

I got a check of the bucket list

I got a check of the bucket list

Some days I’ve been feeling like fuck this shit

Got scars on me I was cut for this

Living like god is my publicist

Yea, talk a lotta shit

But I back it up

Mikey in this bitch

Tell em pack it up

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