I came back in all black like I went back to attack
So I came back with the sack like I went back to the trap
But I ain't never coming back till I come back with a bag
Now I'll only tell my truth but you find it kinda sad
Until you giving me some bullsh*t only making me mad
Till I up and walk away with the hood on my hat
And i adjust my f*ckin waist just to conceal the strap
So the convo goes to waste cause I don't really f*ck with that
Now he talking bout a main b*tch he saying he in love
But he got a little side b*tch he saying he knocked up
Now he got a little f*cked
From the situation
Paranoid by other n*gguhs saying that they hating
But they waiting round the corner
For that pus*y
Watch em run
Watch em duck when they swing
Watch em snatch all that bling
Run that watch
Ran that chain
Learn to watch you say
Gotta watch how you talk
Or be careful when you walk
I just mind my f*ckin business
pus*y don't you start your dissin
I'll come back with sc*mbags
And ill return with some straps
Look b*tch I'm already broke so I ain't got sh*t to lose
Used to be just me and dimes so I ain't got much to chose
Used to roll f*ckin blunt but never f*cked with the booze
Now I'm always on my own and people don't f*ck with that
So I'll spark another boge just to cope with the fact
That I been gone for to long and I forgot how to act
I came back in all black like I went back to attack
So I came back with the sack like I went back to the trap
But I ain't never coming back till I come back with a bag
Now I'll only tell my truth but you find it kinda sad
Until you giving me some bullsh*t only making me mad
About how I need to talk to some one
Just because I cope with my sad
Then you telling me that I ain't go nowhere
So I gotta go and pick up a rag
To be honest b*tch I can't f*ck with that
Tell you what b*tch I pass
So you can take your damn opinion shove it right up your ass
And you can take this middle finger shove it right down yo throat
Just like a bulimic hoe
So there's the door b*tch you probably should go
Because I already know
Just what you think of sayin
Heard it all before and b*tch I know you think I'm playin
So you praying that I'm changing my ways
On how I make it through the day
With out a bullet to the brain
From a self inflicted wound
Yea I know you see the pain but you just hoping you don't have to see my tomb
You can see those clouds forming when I walk through the room
All cause you know the truth
Of where I been and where I'm at
And where I'm going with my pack
So I came back in all black like I went back to attack
So I came back with the sack like I went back to the trap
But I ain't never coming back till I come back with a bag
Now I'll only tell my truth but you find it kinda sad