Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Bad Man
Real Bad Man
Performer
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Weissman
Adam Weissman
Composer
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Real Bad Man
Real Bad Man
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Neighbors can't say jack, they ain't get a good look
Had the scope on the snake, get it on the good foot
[Verse 2]
Can't take it back, even if a **** wanted to
Left him on his front grass, wetter than the morning dew
Horny lil' devil got my Nina with the extra clip
Whip my stick out on any street, and she gon' let me hit
Seven-six drug zone, Hully Gully hell block
Twеlve-shot snub, since a youngin, I been shell-shockеd
Ran off on the plug, got his number in my cell block
Feel good puttin' money in my mother mailbox
Send my baby to the mall, then off to the nail shop
Saw my dawg in the parking lot of the Belmont
Thuggin' on Adele block, really had to sell crack
Cell tapped, all tabs, we don't fuck with gel-caps
Opened up a pill spot, crunchin' on the curbside
Spinnin' in the pot, that shit be gone before the work's dry
On my way to the connect, it was just me and Burnside
In Conway, Mississip', ridin' dirty on Highway 35
[Verse 3]
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Neighbors can't say jack, they ain't get a good look
Had the scope on the snake, get it on the good foot
[Verse 4]
You a bold ****, your queen blowin' me, that's a cold winter
Coughin' up the codes to your cabin, she made a slow dinner
Slowin' up my day just to show you you couldn't flow with us
Put my good foot in the goodness, I made a snow midget
Snow-white china, we chop the shit on some gold dishes
Still went platinum, my celly lookin' like old Jigga
Automatic rounds in the window, we made his home whistle
He caught five, ironic, that was a chrome nickel
Chillin' on the throne, I'm killin' rappers in home slippers
[Verse 5]
Walmart, cheap ass shits, I'm cookin' fish
I missed if he hid the crack and his cheek ain't twitch
Lot of rappers can rap, yeah, but that ain't this
I don't care about rockin' the charm, this dude's tatted with quotes
Don't live nothing that they got on they arm
Wastin' the ink, the gram's wet, weighed in the shrink
I got a cooker for my trap, he just stay by the sink
I know some shorties in the club that'll play in your drink
Pass out in your crib, and they takin' your link
Gotta stay on point in this evil terrain
Judges don't give a fuck, they just readin' a name
You built from what you've been through, can't take back what I took
And honestly, I wouldn't, because I meant to
Honestly, 'cause I meant to, yeah, I meant to take that
[Verse 6]
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Can't take back what I took
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook
Neighbors can't say jack, they ain't get a good look
Had the scope on the snake, get it on the good foot
Written by: Adam Weissman, James Clay Jones III
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