Slim Thug, Devin The Dude - I'm Back lyrics
[Slim Thug, Devin The Dude - I'm Back lyrics]
I do this fo tha block
(block) , I do this fo the hood (hood)
I do this fo tha streets cause
The streets keep me good (keep me good)
I do it for tha hustlas
(hustlas) , I do it for tha thugs (thugs)
I do it for the Gs cause tha Gs show me luv
(show me luv)
I came in tha game 17 real loud
Only thang on my mind make my momma proud
Started rockin crowds
Gettin dope from shows and as tha
Fame rolls then came the hoes
Then came tha clothes, then came the cars
Next thang I know I'm a ghetto supastar
So here come tha haters travelin by tha packs
But neva mind them cause
Aaaaaa Bitch I'm Back!
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it
Is when ya live like a boss (like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time
And tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back)
A born boss got nuthin to lose
Still shinin in the game got nuthin to prove
Got rich independent didn't need no deal
Had paper before I signed
Didn't need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap
And if all else fails I still got tha trap
I don't fuck with you rappers
Ya'll fake to me i don't fuck with ou niggas
Ya'll snakes to me
I don't care bout fame fuck bein a star
Let them take all the pictures
Just gimme his car
Then gimme his house, and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go I'm a writin rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain bout that
So where I gotta sign, take ya pictures
Cause Bitch I'm Back!
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it
Is when ya live like a boss (like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time
And tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back)
They say tha truth will hit so fuck it
I'm a go an keep 100 fo tha public
I dropped already platinum
But it only sold gold
And niggas lookin at me like I sold my soul
Cause I'm rappin with P
(Pharrell) and not Mr lee
But when ya on ya grind
Sometimes ya can't see
Before Mike came and Paul was signed
I was at Interscope tryin to find ma mind
Still Tippin wasn't toppin
3 kings just dropped
And I'm a underground artist tryin
To get on top so I listened to my label
Planned to break necks
And learned a whole lotta game from that
Just stay true my nigga and do u
And fuck what another tryin to tell u to do
Continue to spit facts u can
Bump in them lacs
And o yeah this a Lee track! Bitch I'm Back!
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it
Is when ya live like a boss (like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time
And tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back)
(block) , I do this fo the hood (hood)
I do this fo tha streets cause
The streets keep me good (keep me good)
I do it for tha hustlas
(hustlas) , I do it for tha thugs (thugs)
I do it for the Gs cause tha Gs show me luv
(show me luv)
I came in tha game 17 real loud
Only thang on my mind make my momma proud
Started rockin crowds
Gettin dope from shows and as tha
Fame rolls then came the hoes
Then came tha clothes, then came the cars
Next thang I know I'm a ghetto supastar
So here come tha haters travelin by tha packs
But neva mind them cause
Aaaaaa Bitch I'm Back!
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it
Is when ya live like a boss (like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time
And tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back)
A born boss got nuthin to lose
Still shinin in the game got nuthin to prove
Got rich independent didn't need no deal
Had paper before I signed
Didn't need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap
And if all else fails I still got tha trap
I don't fuck with you rappers
Ya'll fake to me i don't fuck with ou niggas
Ya'll snakes to me
I don't care bout fame fuck bein a star
Let them take all the pictures
Just gimme his car
Then gimme his house, and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go I'm a writin rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain bout that
So where I gotta sign, take ya pictures
Cause Bitch I'm Back!
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it
Is when ya live like a boss (like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time
And tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back)
They say tha truth will hit so fuck it
I'm a go an keep 100 fo tha public
I dropped already platinum
But it only sold gold
And niggas lookin at me like I sold my soul
Cause I'm rappin with P
(Pharrell) and not Mr lee
But when ya on ya grind
Sometimes ya can't see
Before Mike came and Paul was signed
I was at Interscope tryin to find ma mind
Still Tippin wasn't toppin
3 kings just dropped
And I'm a underground artist tryin
To get on top so I listened to my label
Planned to break necks
And learned a whole lotta game from that
Just stay true my nigga and do u
And fuck what another tryin to tell u to do
Continue to spit facts u can
Bump in them lacs
And o yeah this a Lee track! Bitch I'm Back!
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it
Is when ya live like a boss (like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time
And tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back)