​i want my life back

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah CULT shit, MFNF (MAKE FAMILY NOT FRIENDS, muh-hahahahaha) Based Negative Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Pre-Chorus] I be listenin' to BONES, I be listenin' to Sy You be listenin' to hoes (Hoes) Pissin'—, pissin' in your clothes, everlong in your woes Get the fuck from 'round my home, I'ma hit 'em with the hose (I'ma hit 'em with the hose) Always tryna tell me somethin' you think I don't know Ain't no competition 'cause I ain't afraid of ghosts H-h-he want me to name a track, I be like, "I don't know" Smokin' bread, spent his last dollar on a trichome [Chorus] Know he bound to fail, talkin' 'bout I want my life back Shit get real whеn you movin' down the right path Really that kid like my еyes on a iPad Stay on top, give a fuck 'bout a climax [Verse] Get them—, get them drugs out my face, you know I ain't tryna try that Half you rappers suck, and your life worth a dime sack Stay up on my porch with a rifle and a rice hat All your shit forced, you on your Vanilla Ice swag My soul ain't for sale, Beamy God don't got a price tag Every time I make a band, kinda feel like crack Bitch, I'm on the stage, panderin' to all the white trash The beat go at least this hard, then I might rap Every time I step inside the club, I see coke fiends, dope fiends I don't even smoke weed, for sure keepin' my nose clean I do my dance in the spot, freaky like a rope tease I hit the game from the back 'til I give it goatse I be listenin' to CXRPSE, I be listenin' to Ghostie The gang smoke top-shelf gas 'til it choke me You pussies sendin' threats through the phone like Obie In yo' driveway, slashin' twenty-fours like Kobe [Pre-Chorus] I-I-I be listenin' to BONES, I be listenin' to Sy You be listenin' to hoes (Hoes) Pissin'—, pissin' in your clothes, everlong in your woes Get the fuck from 'round my home, I'ma hit 'em with the hose (I'ma hit 'em with the hose) Always tryna tell me somethin' you think I don't know Ain't no competition 'cause I ain't afraid of ghosts H-h-he want me to name a track, I be like, "I don't know" Smokin' bread, spent his last dollar on a trichome [Chorus] Know he bound to fail, talkin' 'bout I want my life back Shit get real when you movin' down the right path Really that kid like my eyes on a iPad Stay on top, give a fuck 'bout a climax Really with the shits, I'ma give y'all sepsis Stay on top, and you just gotta accept it Really that kid, baby bottle for my respite Beamy God, eat lost souls for my breakfast [Outro] MAKE FAMILY NOT FRIENDS, muh-hahahahaha I want my life back, back—, back— I want my— Back—, back—, back— I want my—, b-b-b-back— I want my— Back—, back—