Back on My Shit (feat. Trip-E) Video (MV)

We don't take no L
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit man I'm done fasting
Time to go eat man I'm done asking
Taking what's mine I want every dime
I'm taking the chance 'till I'm up laughing
Done slacking, surpassing
All of the bums that be dumb capping
One bracket, one champion
Sending you home better start packing
I ain't stuck in a rut 'cause I'm back gassing
The shit that I'm on well it's too massive
You can't copy a Don with that whack rapping
Just hand me the crown 'cause I've been past 'em
I stay slapping you J catting
I'm that guy and you're too average
That sick stunner with that bass blapping
I'm still 'bout it so come see what's happening
Running shit up like a half-back
Got my rap stash in my backpack
Now I'm back back in the lab lab
Sipping cognac spitting cold facts
One of the best and you know that
One of the few that still knows rap
One of the few that be speaking the truth
And I came out of hiding to show that
Oh shit
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
I ain't ever gon' stop I'm too good with the pen
Got me thinking these motions I'm swerving again
So I'm plotting on paper with all of my friends
I'm too focused and hungry to let you all win
No more waiting for chances I'm robbing them blind
I ain't showing my steps I'ma just handle mine
I'm already progressing my lines are divine
And my pockets are fatter I'm stacking it right, aye
Ooh
Getting this money, money
Money, Ooh
Getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose
Lose, lose
Ooh
Getting this money, money
Money, Ooh
Getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Ay
Like I got nothing to lose, lose
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Let it go let it blow like a pipe bomb
Hennessey what I drink when I write songs
Play a beat wrap it up like a python
When the mics on through the night long, my God
I'm on another level
Hear the beat drop and you feel it tremble
Speed the flow up pedal to the metal
Gonna get what's mine never gonna settle
I'm a loud gat that's blast blast
No lack lack on a real slap
Beyond that when facts match
That who's that when I rap tracks
That dumb gas on my blunt wraps
Got a dirty girl that can lick that
Man you swear to God, man she did that?
Yeah I swear to God, man she gon' lick that
Well let me tell you 'bout this other chick
Used to send me pictures and a couple flicks
Really hope it's not the f*cking same girl from last week who sent me titty pics
Got a tattoo right above her hip?
And a lip ring on her bottom lip?
Got hazel eyes, 'bout yea high?
Oh shit man it's the same chick
F*ck it
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Back on my shit, back on my shit
Back on my shit, ay
Bust down
Bust down
I've been on my shit
I've been on it now
I just started with this
I just finished this now
Getting this money, money
Money, Ooh
Getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah
Like I got nothing to lose, lose
Now
I been on my shit
I been on it now
I just started with this
I just finished this now
Bust down
Bust down