Am I recording right now
Jay L, how many times do I have to tell you
We back in this mothaf*ckaa
Make sure not to burn the house down
If you've been rocking with me you know what the f*ck is going on,
And if you don't know you're about to find out
In 5, 4, 3, 2
This one goes out to all my motherf*cking day ones
Looking back like holy shit how far has Jay come
When I first dropped they looked at me like Jay dumb
And now I drop, and you can bet they run
You'd think I had a raygun
So what the f*ck you telling me
I ain't the same, I ain't by what these rappers selling me
I just blew $40 on some jellybeans
Put me on, I have bitches like "Who the hell is he"
(Let me introduce me to your bitch)
I'm cooking up like every day out in Simi
So you can see me, on your TV
Or FBE with the clean me
Cuz if Troy glass had cooked beats and not linguini
Then he would probably be me
Instead of blocking Rizzy Ray
The kid who believed in me fore the first mixtape
Before I dissed Grace, we linked in the 10th grade
But I've been making beats
Fore Shastha welcome you to Westlake
Real ones know, the 805 know me
Bitch I gotta eat, and the competition groceries
These bitches acting tough, shit they only hard on Grove Street
These rappers think they cash cows, I'm turning them to roast beef
Motherf*cking dead meat (dead)
Doesn't matter if you respect or resent me
Either way I'm treating my house like it's a dead tree
(Make sure not to burn the house down)
And if you want to test me
You can find me with Nick, Kyle, Cho$en, and with Jeffrey
Who talking dumb
Make him backtrack on a bitch (on a bitch)
Throwing it back, TBT to my hits
Bae throw it back like a ball over a fence
You can't name a rapper like me in the six (You can't)
And that's facts
I hit this beat once and I said that's that
That's that? Nah, but that's cap
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
No fun, so I gotta hit the cut (hit the cut)
Can never be slacking you know I gotta get it up
Rolling up a dub, then I'm going getting to the funds
Burn bridges but I ain't afraid to drown in the rough (nah)
Talk tough, see how many uttering
Just to feel better but this cold front got me stuttering
Ain't a sweat, cuz you know that I'm not one to break one
They say I'm a low life but I can't change up
Stained blood on the carpet where I came from
Self-sufficiency ain't all about the paper
Who talking dumb
Make him backtrack on a bitch (on a bitch)
Throwing it back, TBT to my hits
Bae throw it back like a ball over a fence
You can't name a rapper like me in the six (You can't)
And that's facts
I hit this beat once and I said that's that
That's that? Nah, but that's cap
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
Oh brother, this guy stinks
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
Jay L 805 - Backtrack (Back at It) [feat. Cho$en] Lyrics
Jay L 805 - Backtrack (Back at It) [feat. Cho$en] Lyrics
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Am I recording right now
Jay L, how many times do I have to tell you
We back in this mothaf*ckaa
Make sure not to burn the house down
If you've been rocking with me you know what the f*ck is going on,
And if you don't know you're about to find out
In 5, 4, 3, 2
This one goes out to all my motherf*cking day ones
Looking back like holy shit how far has Jay come
When I first dropped they looked at me like Jay dumb
And now I drop, and you can bet they run
You'd think I had a raygun
So what the f*ck you telling me
I ain't the same, I ain't by what these rappers selling me
I just blew $40 on some jellybeans
Put me on, I have bitches like "Who the hell is he"
(Let me introduce me to your bitch)
I'm cooking up like every day out in Simi
So you can see me, on your TV
Or FBE with the clean me
Cuz if Troy glass had cooked beats and not linguini
Then he would probably be me
Instead of blocking Rizzy Ray
The kid who believed in me fore the first mixtape
Before I dissed Grace, we linked in the 10th grade
But I've been making beats
Fore Shastha welcome you to Westlake
Real ones know, the 805 know me
Bitch I gotta eat, and the competition groceries
These bitches acting tough, shit they only hard on Grove Street
These rappers think they cash cows, I'm turning them to roast beef
Motherf*cking dead meat (dead)
Doesn't matter if you respect or resent me
Either way I'm treating my house like it's a dead tree
(Make sure not to burn the house down)
And if you want to test me
You can find me with Nick, Kyle, Cho$en, and with Jeffrey
Who talking dumb
Make him backtrack on a bitch (on a bitch)
Throwing it back, TBT to my hits
Bae throw it back like a ball over a fence
You can't name a rapper like me in the six (You can't)
And that's facts
I hit this beat once and I said that's that
That's that? Nah, but that's cap
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
No fun, so I gotta hit the cut (hit the cut)
Can never be slacking you know I gotta get it up
Rolling up a dub, then I'm going getting to the funds
Burn bridges but I ain't afraid to drown in the rough (nah)
Talk tough, see how many uttering
Just to feel better but this cold front got me stuttering
Ain't a sweat, cuz you know that I'm not one to break one
They say I'm a low life but I can't change up
Stained blood on the carpet where I came from
Self-sufficiency ain't all about the paper
Who talking dumb
Make him backtrack on a bitch (on a bitch)
Throwing it back, TBT to my hits
Bae throw it back like a ball over a fence
You can't name a rapper like me in the six (You can't)
And that's facts
I hit this beat once and I said that's that
That's that? Nah, but that's cap
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
Oh brother, this guy stinks
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
Jay L, how many times do I have to tell you
We back in this mothaf*ckaa
Make sure not to burn the house down
If you've been rocking with me you know what the f*ck is going on,
And if you don't know you're about to find out
In 5, 4, 3, 2
This one goes out to all my motherf*cking day ones
Looking back like holy shit how far has Jay come
When I first dropped they looked at me like Jay dumb
And now I drop, and you can bet they run
You'd think I had a raygun
So what the f*ck you telling me
I ain't the same, I ain't by what these rappers selling me
I just blew $40 on some jellybeans
Put me on, I have bitches like "Who the hell is he"
(Let me introduce me to your bitch)
I'm cooking up like every day out in Simi
So you can see me, on your TV
Or FBE with the clean me
Cuz if Troy glass had cooked beats and not linguini
Then he would probably be me
Instead of blocking Rizzy Ray
The kid who believed in me fore the first mixtape
Before I dissed Grace, we linked in the 10th grade
But I've been making beats
Fore Shastha welcome you to Westlake
Real ones know, the 805 know me
Bitch I gotta eat, and the competition groceries
These bitches acting tough, shit they only hard on Grove Street
These rappers think they cash cows, I'm turning them to roast beef
Motherf*cking dead meat (dead)
Doesn't matter if you respect or resent me
Either way I'm treating my house like it's a dead tree
(Make sure not to burn the house down)
And if you want to test me
You can find me with Nick, Kyle, Cho$en, and with Jeffrey
Who talking dumb
Make him backtrack on a bitch (on a bitch)
Throwing it back, TBT to my hits
Bae throw it back like a ball over a fence
You can't name a rapper like me in the six (You can't)
And that's facts
I hit this beat once and I said that's that
That's that? Nah, but that's cap
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
No fun, so I gotta hit the cut (hit the cut)
Can never be slacking you know I gotta get it up
Rolling up a dub, then I'm going getting to the funds
Burn bridges but I ain't afraid to drown in the rough (nah)
Talk tough, see how many uttering
Just to feel better but this cold front got me stuttering
Ain't a sweat, cuz you know that I'm not one to break one
They say I'm a low life but I can't change up
Stained blood on the carpet where I came from
Self-sufficiency ain't all about the paper
Who talking dumb
Make him backtrack on a bitch (on a bitch)
Throwing it back, TBT to my hits
Bae throw it back like a ball over a fence
You can't name a rapper like me in the six (You can't)
And that's facts
I hit this beat once and I said that's that
That's that? Nah, but that's cap
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
Oh brother, this guy stinks
Cuz the beat, so damn hot I backtracked bitch
Writer: Jake Lunn, Michael Cho
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid