RIGHT BACK lyrics

Verse1
Gon be the top in this game
Emtee remember this name
No i dont f*ck with no gang
Oh no, this sh*t is lame
Trust me am tellin the truth
I might go play with you boo
The titties and the pus*y too
I know that you got no clue
That i be reppin the booth
And dreaming of having coup
I got some work to do
Go, hard on the Path that i drew
Started to plan mylife
Im doin this sh*t with no fight
Am popping a model she holding a bottle She'll tell me to close all the light
She like it im grabbin her thighs
Dat b*tch she suckin me dry
We Smoking a blunt we go high she’ll be taking a trip she'll be thinking she fly

Hook:
Bring dat sh*t right back
Swear i got da gucci bags
No i ain't smoking no fags
Smoking green i got da cash
The Foreign keep doin the dash Paparazzi with the flash
But haters keep talkin the trash
Im Givin some classes they won’t pass
Verse2
So would u rock with me
Pop this sh*t with me
Am goin overseas
Money all on me
Don't you sleep on emtee
Wait on me you haven't seen
Im poppin a b*tch with a bean
But She won't get a ring
Im driving my vision is hazy
We Swervin we goin brazy
That b*tch keep trynna amaze me
That b*tch will not be ma baby
We smoking chillin we're lazy
Got ma brother MJ we go crazy
I swear i got his back
We killin this sh*t no one f*ck with us lately
Goin so fast on this sh*t
Yea we keep rockin this sh*t
Not wasting ma time on a b*tch
Im walking ma way to be rich swear i be getting the deal yeah no cap
Im killing the beat when i rap
Im working taking no naps
But life giving me slaps
I should stop kidding get back on the track
Im hating this sh*t when Depression attacks
I think i just can not get rid of my past
My life is moving it's pacing so fast
So did u get what i say
Im stressing not feeling okay and
Im praying my god everyday
Im not lying im losing my brain
My life is filled with some pain
Man i just cannot explain
Im ridin this life like a train
Im ready to live it all over again
Ayyy ayyyy
Emtee remember this name
Ayyyy ayyyy
Emtee remember this name

Hook:
Bring dat sh*t right back
Swear i got da gucci bags
No i ain't smoking no fags
Smoking green i got da cash
The Foreign keep doin the dash Paparazzi with the flash
But haters keep talkin the trash
Im Givin some classes they won't pass