Lyrics
I brought it back
Brought it back
Back to back
I don't follow a pattern like I'm having
Heart attacks
Need a breathe, another rep
Read me up in an almanac
Cause I made the charts
Bump after bump
Set appart
Woah
Who is it, me, on the cover art
Cut the shit, lemme play my part
Mad crazy with sex appeal,
Tearing powder like a snow mobile
Rejected several of their record deals
In my own lane, not a third wheel
Amazing, want an interview
Filling their albums with interludes
Mad man gone crazy
That's mad max gonna hinder you
Uh, my own lane
Never really meant to proclaim
Grove cuts, need a big gain
Bat swinging off a gold chain
Boo thing, with bigs rings
Bell is the only thing saving me from all the
Billings, the card maxed
If I'm living, live like kings
Woah
Watch out
Tik tik tik tik
Ima walk out
Ima talk now
Mad max
Like fallout
Yeah
Uh
Lock up
Lock lock lock lock
Nine to five
So he clock out
Happy days
Lotta work now
Damn damn
Where my medal at
Lie trails, you can smell a rat
Ok, where the fake at
Post gucci, thats a big cap
Damn, damn
Where my meal at
Stay posted like a doormat
Stay
Spreading across they bread crumbs
And we clueless to when death comes
When they go to when I fall
Still standing here despite all
Your girl dance my song, oops
I'll admit, that that's my fault
Prop up they phones
Then tiktok their idols
Camera adds like seven pounds
I'm on the scale, weighing ten tons
Written by: Joseph Francis Greco
