Back n Forth ft. FJace Lyrics

Call me your bossu or call me the best, whichever you prefer, I no go force you

The way I abuse every beat, I think I should face a lawsuit

Acting hard on the internet? Real life, you go talk true

You go talk true, talk true like somebody who doesn't lie

If your name ain't Jace or Jaleel, bar for bar you can't survive

Can't survive

Hide, my guy

We the type of guys who make your type of guys run and hide

Catch me slipping on my blind side? Stanley's covered mine

Even if he slips, Kevin's there, my slime

They don't rhyme, but they'll make your lacking and your lack of rhymes be publicized

The throne is ours, you can't deny, back up and just watch us take it

Cape activated in the booth but to hoes I'm satan

Me ne Jace, yεyε tag team

Niggas slept on us and now they scared, that's a bad dream

Cash rules everything around me, I need that C.R.E.A.M like I'm ashy

And don't ask me who the hardest

I will burn mics, I will turn mics to ash please, like the color grey

Don't know any other way

Singing, trapping, rapping, I kill it either way

It all depends

Heard your shit, wasn't feeling it, and I had to play mine as a cleanse

We were skipping yours, we was getting bored

Then I thanked the Lord, now I'm feeling blessed

What you know 'bout stank face flows?

Million dollar, bank-made flows

No pressure when the stakes high, oh yeah that's just because I stakehold

Stakeholder in a Range Rover

What is an L? I can't take those

Who that nigga? That ain't bro

Said I'd rather go to the bank than back and forth with lame hoes

Right now, I'm going Back n Forth on a track with FJace bro

And I always raise the bar cuz that's just how I was raised bro

My mama told me "Son, don't just get close to God, you should stay close"

My dad said "Use your time wisely" so I save time but can't save hoes

It's crazy that you don't smoke cuz I fw your pass

I double and triple the stacks, as simple as that

Subtract a nigga if your chats no dey add, that's when I'm good with my math

No vex, my dawg, you good, you try, but just being honest you not in my class

Not being cocky, just stating the facts

Now back to the racks

I need my mama in condos, my sister in Bentleys, that's why I dey speed on the tracks

I'm tryna back in the back of a 'Bach with a bitch that be fly, getting head to relax

I told my boys "It be time"

I be killing and killing the verses to purge all the cap

Trapping or singing or rappity-rap

Say you believe it, imagine and dash

Pay respect, whether cash or check, need a better cut like I changed barbers

Been the drippiest and the coldest yes and that's way before any rain started

Yεn na yεte so sesia

Sε me ka kyerε wo debia

Me ne Jace yasεi bεbiaa