Video musicale
Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracy Lamont Morris
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buddy Minnelli
Producer
Testi
Back against the wall
I'm coming back
Don't give no slack
Just run my back end
Prepared for an attack
I'm pulling up but Imma back in
He gone say he knew me
But I'm not the same me from back then
I done been like 50 different people since way back when
So who we talking bout
From tryna score T-D on the Jakes
Like this the Potter House
To watching ATL with the bro
Bitch this my fathers house
And he may be a tyrant
But he never left me
Rest in peace grandpa
The other lucky lefty
Yea I hate some of his methods
But he (pops) was hardly wrong
Shoutout to Wendy
She the reason I don't kill you niggas
Partially offended
Oh no I don't feel you niggas
Never worked for nothin
But want everything
I blame Ozempic
Praying every day many times
Cuz many times I'm tempted
Know I fall short but the truth
Imma push my limits
Who the fuck you is
Without the coo
All the chains and gimmicks
Yea
Cuz I'm still the man
Save a soul every time I rap
That's my only plan
Bank a roll maybe go plat
Work up out the jam
Play yo role
Hit it on the nose
Just because I can
Back against the wall
I'm coming back
Don't give no slack
Just run my back end
Prepared for an attack
I'm pulling up but imma back in
He gone say he knew me
But I'm not the same me from back then
I've done been like 50 different people since way back when
So who we talking bout
Grandpa was an alcoholic
Me I hate the taste
Imma social drinker
I just drink to not look out of place
I smoke like a chimney
I don't need it
It's a sacred space
Lately when I smoke
I feel different
Like I'm not myself
Grandpa killed himself
A slight surprise
I haven't shot myself
I'm my toughest critic
You don't get it
Cuz you not myself
I pop up at parties
Poppin shit
So I don't pop myself
That's old Tracy
If no one got me
I got myself
I can't pull the plug on my life
Cuz I'm the fuggin the greatest
Muddy waters get deep
I'm just glad I waited (waded)
Though the pain that took yo life
Is probably understated
Residual effects got ME gettin faded
Reminders of your failures
Come to get acquainted
Don't get a second of my time
No I can't entertain it
Times like this
I think understand my father's pain
Work his fingers down to the bone
For his children gain
Lookin at the paths we took
Maybe it feels in vain
Back against the wall
I'm coming back
Don't give no slack
Just run my back end
Prepared for an attack
I'm pulling up but Imma back in
He gone say he knew me
But I'm not the same me from back then
I've done been like 50 different people since way back when
So who we talking bout
Who we talking bout
Who we talking bout
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