Tellem I'm Coming Back Lyrics

Tell em I'm coming back, so run it back, I been on track

I know they don't owe me jack, don't gimme flack, no fade to black

It's back to the good things I know

Ready to die for my oath

Getting in tune with my flow

They better not mess with my growth

Presidential (Preach)

Don't be lacking better stay on your guard and keep yo mental (Preach)

Brace yourself my chat all types of ways might match my dental

Chat yo chat lil nigga less go

Chat yo chat lil nigga less go

Focused on my stacks, tryna get the racks

Yo they better give gimme what I'm gunning fo'

Or I might just be point a dot on ya

Tryna start a wave to go and carry me

Halfway to california

I present the drip inside a spray

Sell it for a couple millions

Paper paper hit the bank (Ayyye)

Watch a nigga cellie blow up

(Hello, click)

No more flexing, too many shirts been stretching

I done watched niggas get carried away and careers straight dead in the ride

They wrecked in

Lacking direction

Sad to say that it's far from a wise move and they knew that

Years later all the newbies like who dat

Wave is over homies head with no durag

God

I done put food on my plate that's all on God

Any convo that's built on hate don't get no nod

Whole team strict as fuck no kidding we spare we no rod

Blowing up soon that bomb been armed

Tick tick boom

Tell em I'm coming back, so run it back, I been on track

I know they don't owe me jack, don't gimme flack, no fade to black

It's back to the good things I know

Ready to die for my oath

Getting in tune with my flow

They better not mess with my growth

Presidential (Preach)

Don't be lacking better stay on your guard and keep yo mental (Preach)

Brace yourself my chat all types of ways might match my dental

Chat yo chat lil nigga less go

Chat yo chat lil nigga less go

Focused on my stacks, tryna get the racks

Read my lips

Peep the drip

One wrong step and you might just slip

I load my shot

Check my clip

Better get my point like a hollow tip

Could've been rich but it don't mean shit

Money won't help me make these hits

Me and bad vibes ain't never going fit

One size too small for a grown ass pimp

Fuck is an ego when I'm so grounded I gotta look up to see the fucking surface

Thought I was heathen till I went and found

That my soul be residing where the Holy Church is

Now I reign fire burning up a furnace

You could qoute a line or two and make em verses, oo

Finally got a grip on my balance, oo

The wins I wanna get ain't no challenge, oo

God

I done put food on my plate that's all on God

Any convo that's built on hate don't get no nod

Whole team strict as fuck no kidding we spare we no rod

Blowing up soon that bomb been armed

Tick tick boom

Tell em I'm coming back, so run it back, I been on track

I know they don't owe me jack, don't gimme flack, no fade to black

It's back to the good things I know

Ready to die for my oath

Getting in tune with my flow

They better not mess with my growth

Presidential (Preach)

Don't be lacking better stay on your guard and keep yo mental (Preach)

Brace yourself my chat all types of ways might match my dental

Chat yo chat lil nigga less go

Chat yo chat lil nigga less go

Focused on my stacks, tryna get the racks