BACK FROM THE DEAD Lyrics

Came from the dead and I'm making a million

Smoking new strain gon fuck up my system

Twelve on my name and they think that I killed him

Get the fuck out my face fuck you and that drilling

And half of my homies are guilty of treason

I'll snap on that nigga if he give me a reason

Smoking new drugs I don't know what I'm feeling

He can call on whoever man fuck his religion

Man these niggas don't know that I'm making it main

Running up bands get the fuck out my face

Pull up to Spain with the foreign exchange

I've been telling these niggas that I'm not the same

I'm not from earth

Leave a nigga in a hearse

Need to quit talking that big shit nigga don't get put in a hearse

Need to get the fuck off that bitch shit nigga I promise I'm killing him first

Where is he at I'm popping him first !

Watching my back I'm always alert !

Murder the nigga leave him in the dirt !

Wondering why I don't charge for a verse

I'm not the same anymore

Know that I get to my cash then I double my bag

I'm not in the rain anymore

You niggas be being so trash and ass and wack

Cj ain't lame anymore

Got to the bag the cash the racks the stacks

I'm not the same anymore

I'm not the same anymore

I'm not the same anymore

I'm not the same anymore

Came from the dead and I'm making a million

Smoking new strain gon fuck up my system

Twelve on my name and they think that I killed him

Get the fuck out my face fuck you and that drilling

And half of my homies are guilty of treason

I'll snap on that nigga if he give me a reason

Smoking new drugs I don't know what I'm feeling

He can call on whoever man fuck his religion