I'm Back (feat. Obie Trice) 歌词

You better check your files (A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist) I'm onery honestly, I ain't gotta be cocky It's a aura about my persona I be rockin' You can't ever knock me, I'm old triclops My mental vision is clearer, than the red eye drops Niggas stop, I really came from grams, 100's Grams and onions with major plans to run shit Rubber band man like fam that's Southern Nigga this is the truth, this ain't a jam for frontin' Obie Trice, the first black rap artist To reach a platinum plaque from where home exists (yes) And they hold me down but of course you got haters Haters, get 16 shots, now who's your favorite Made it honestly, without havin' to rob ya Honestly you should be happy I'm not up in ya Honda Or your Capris, capiche? You scared I'm a beast on these beats, releasin' masterpieces Cheers was the debut, look what a nigga gave you Your dollar spent well instead of me tryin to play you Now it's my second effort, effortless The weapon is still kept in the scrotum section and I still rep my wreckless set Screw crabs, they're underneath the earth restin' Till I'm beneath the dirt Show me a nigga hotter God damnit I'll invest in him (woo!) Nigga got it locked, ain't no testin' him Plus I got a Glock that'll subtract chest on him