Payback lyrics

[Chorus: Demund Rogers]
n*gga that sh*t is payback
Imma pop my sh*t, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y'all n*ggas be swaring to god, [?] but you wanting my drip
I don't need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these [?]
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know f*ck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?

[Verse 1: Demund Rogers]
I was in the [?] on the freeway
[?] windshield
But I walked out that b*tch without a scar, see how amazing that god is?
I went to court and got f*cked over
By a b*tch I regret
A couple months later, my bank account had releaved all the stress
Some n*ggas I know ain't happy for me, smiling in they eyеs, [?]
[?] you n*ggas now my voice on 97-9
I went from doing open mics and now I'm on stagе at [?]
I forgave my pops for all that sh*t he did, all bullsh*t aside
Ya'll n*ggas act tough, but you ain't though
[?] need back up
That b*tch sware up and down that she over me, but anything I can still f*ck
But the one that I'm with now, she deserve the world
But it still ain't enough
Cause now [?] stay down [?]
Especially when [?] rough
[Chorus: Demund Rogers]
n*gga that sh*t is payback
Imma pop my sh*t, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y'all n*ggas be swaring to god, [?] but you wanting my drip
I don't need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these [?]
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know f*ck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?

[Verse 2: Erica Banks]
Talking my sh*t and I'm doing [?]
Don't want the head, if the head ain't retarded
I got a b*tch in the back [?] whoever, I feed her, she never be starving
No I don't [?] and no I don't [?]
[?] smoking this [?], I already got some money, I seen him pull up, and that n*gga pulled up in a tesla
I just be flexing
All of these b*tches be messy
No I don't talk on the phone
No I ain't stressing
[?] you can test me
No I ain't taking you home
She got a friend, I heard she want me for real
[?] and see
You gotta pay me
Now that [?] baby
I don't do nothing for free
Why is you [?] lil baby?
You trippin, I'm leaving, ho we not together
Roll me a blunt and I sip on that drank, and I'm in my zone, I might pop me a pill
All in the party, I'm feeling my body
I got that exotic, we off the gass
I know they want me to pull up fasho, cause they know I be showing my ass and sh*t
[Chorus: Demund Rogers]
n*gga that sh*t is payback
Imma pop my sh*t, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y'all n*ggas be swaring to god, [?] but you wanting my drip
I don't need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these [?]
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know f*ck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?