Take ’Em Back

Lyrics

[Intro talk] Yeah Let me take 'em back [Verse 1] The lawyer fees, the 40 thieves, the barber quotes The cop cars, the blue light kaleidoscopes The baby mama beats, the fucking and telling jokes Them hollow tip bullets ripping up your Timberland coat That gutta shit, that hanging with all my cousins shit That fuck a bitch, I'm finna fuck all her cousins shit The mushrooms, the acid tabs, the dirt bags The Philly blunts, the bail money, the yellow cabs The holding cell, the metal cuffs, the wack feeling The drunk nights, the gun fights, the hurt feelings The kidnappings, the paperwork, the silent screams The fistfights, 2X shirts, and baggy jeans The target on your back when you walking out the house The quarter p, the quarter key, the quarter ounce The drug money, the drug use, the drug habit The dirty cab, the dirty bitch, the dirty ratchet [Chorus talk] Soon as you up it's like they want you to be down Can't stand to see you doing good It's like they want you to go back We can go all the way back [Verse 2] The stickups, the stash house, the robberies The dime box, the metal Glocks outside of P's Them street wars, them freak whores, the enemies That beef got real deep over the jealousy Anticipating them cowards hating-- it's all saying The narcs raving, twenty cops in a dark basement My heart racing every time I'm making a play I saw an agent and swerved and went the other way The stolen cars, the weed jars, the ER The bitches smuggling dope in from DR The 45s, the coke lines, the old times Back when there was no sign that we would blow, slime The .44, the .22, the .25, the .380, the .38, the .39 The whole night we breaking down like seven pounds Gotta bag it up into oz just to move it around [Chorus talk] 100% facts 978 legends They know us But we can go back [Verse 3] The traphouse with Fuze, Gutta, and Cousin Lou Jay Pusha, Flex, Occhi, and Star, too Paranoid out the window, the gun under the pillow The shotguns that mask everybody on skittles The white widow, orange crush and purple haze Yak for piff, black fifths, and rainy days Twenty people in the crib, that's just how we live No towers of soap to take a shower with Them wild freaks that beef up in them foul streets Man we ain't have nothing to eat, we on the prowl deep The running packs, the almost catching a heart attack When they dropped a gun on my lap, nothing funny about that The ice grills, the white pills, the night thrills My life trill, you stressing over the light bill I'm certified, most rappers you know they sure to lie But I put this shit on my kids, homie: I earned the shine [Outro talk] Ain't no moving backwards, man We only moving forward Straight to that bed [Bite sound effect]