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I'M BACK
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
I'M BACK was released on October 31, 2024 by SBSS/1466 Ent. as a part of the album attached by a thread
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Release DateOctober 31, 2024
LabelSBSS/1466 Ent.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Holt
Dylan Holt
Songwriter
Kyle Mason
Kyle Mason
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
emexmadeit
emexmadeit
Producer
mlodyhubson
mlodyhubson
Producer

Lyrics

They don't wanna see me win no more
No they don't wanna see me win
Drop a 30, what's next?
I don't wanna feel a thing
I want love, not lust want meaning not flings
Come round here take your headtop
Cold like winter we don't fuck with spring
Took a break they said the game needs me
Did it take this long to notice my worth?
Fuck carrying the game, chronic back pain
Riddling me from carrying the earth
Talk my shit all secrets unearthed
Don't give a fuck who these deep cuts hurt
Cause you showed weakness and then it got worse
Should've never shown feelings to me I'm alert
Look, break the rules we don't go by the book
True meaning of don't give a fuck
Who's shook? Cause I already been overtook
Right hook to your jaw make your head top fly
Give all you own to have a part of my mind
Fuck him if you want cause I'm really that guy
Don't cater to hoes and all of the lies uh
What you know about making an entrance?
Darkest mind with the purest intentions
Respected guy with the strongest connections
But soley fueled off my own independence
Made racks off of writing a sentence
Top of the game ima need some acceptance
This is my lane fuck all the directions
Mention my name I better hear greatness
I'm back, sirens ring blocks under attack
Emex make a beat made a hit that's that
Stare at a thousand wrapped up that's a rack
I stress money, don't stress my bro
Seen me on the street heard his heart beat
Saw a gym lad turn into a hoe
Where did he go? No? Nobody knows
All big talk on the phone
Bunch of racists and rapists
Let their true light show
SBSS let all them stars all glow
SBSS let them guys all know
My girl pretty
Face card don't de-cline girl be mine
Don't pree bro
Rubber bands stacked up to the max
Mr baker high quality dough
Matte black whip, model inside
Know it come straight with the butterfly doors
Is what is, running my whole block
Like the whole gang got me doing up chores
I'm back
Too much money come straight like a bank
In the game reinforced hold my place like a tank
Up my boys income like they going up ranks
Did so much for you I ain't get thanked
See me now I'm up and you're gonna get blanked
I'm back, I'm back
Gang strapped we never lack
Pockets on Rick Ross know they stay fat
I'm back, ay, ay
They don't wanna see me win no more
No they don't wanna see me win
Drop a 30, what's next?
I don't wanna feel a thing
I want love, not lust want meaning not flings
Come round here take your headtop
Cold like winter we don't fuck with spring
Took a break they said the game needs me
Did it take this long to notice my worth?
Fuck carrying the game, chronic back pain
Riddling me from carrying the earth
Talk my shit all secrets unearthed
Don't give a fuck who these deep cuts hurt
Cause you showed weakness and then it got worse
Should've never shown feelings to me I'm alert
Written by: Dylan Holt, Kyle Mason
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