Bringin it back, back of the Bach/ return of the mack, counting a stack/

I saw headline, they throwin fed time/

But **** they been dying, our people been frying/

**** ain’t really here tryna get paid, **** want clout/ the running the mouth,

double X L ****, you like a source ****/ you Acura legend I guess, I’m more like a Porsche ****/

Impeccable views, Studied the muse can’t let em sweat the technique/ can’t let em step on yo sneaks / can’t let em think that it’s sweet

I came thru with a whole lotta game/gold on my wrist, gold on my chain/ sat in the fire ignited the flame/ I promise the game I never a change/

Where I’m from **** don’t cry, they just slide and leave it in the streets/

Aint love in this city, know it’s even worst in the streets/

Eyes low from the grind I ain’t been sleep in some days/ from the bay to NY, NY to the A/ the bay for a sec then we push to LA/ road runner Ima goal hunter, need everything by the 3/ doors open cuz I found it way to get my hands all on these keys/

Work for it or get hurt for it , betta step or get stepped on/ better guard yo dome, better have a plan to make it back home/