Back On Y’all Head Top lyrics

You n*ggas wanna know some real sh*t
You wanna know why I don't feel sh*t
It's been mad shootings, I mean mass shooting
But I seen more coverage on Will Smith
f*ck him his wife and Chris Rock
We got bigger problems let that sh*t drop
Y'all n*ggas on socials just wasting ya time
Why tha f*ck you think it's called Tik Tok
n*gga tik tok, that mean life is ticking
But you to busy watching others visions
But got none ya self, n*ggas get mad when you tell the truth, I'm tryna f*cking help
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely, that we'll ever be friends
So why pretend
We can let this sh*t just end
If it's up then it's stuck press send

Where tha help at
All I see is mental health this and mental health that
Everybody wanna be depressed
These days it's like a cheap flex
Life is rough but don't cry over
n*gga I'm really bi polar
Versace man gotta nice odor
Tha Geeb Tape don't die sober
Zilla ain't don't with tha raps
I'm back, n*gga you can run and tell that
Facts
President looking like crap
That n*gga whole brain off track
Wack
Uhh The vice prez hidden in tha back
Got no power but don't wanna claim she black
Trash
And n*ggas still ain't lower tha gas
Dag
Man that sh*t sad

Geeb Tape I don't give a f*ck
Claim ya block but won't pick it up
You n*ggas nuts
di*k eating on n*ggas nuts
Do your own the thing
You KD on Golden State n*gga that don't count
You gotta get your own ring
I'm tha n*gga yelling f*ck tha home team
We can get it crackin just like my phone screen
Zilla really in this b*tch I'm serious
My childhood friends bang red like period
Smoking this gas I got delirious
Like Eddie Murphy
Lord have mercy
f*ck governor Murphy
The b*tch that hurt me
sh*t that irk me
Hate me murk me
Vans is dirty
Till tha grave b*tch this is jersey
Geebs