Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, ohhhh yeah
You know i gotta make it back, baby (Jack)
Yeah yo yo, i woke up before the sun this morning
Thinking about a son this morning
Thinking damn if i could afford it
Id have more than one running round
Buy him all the jordans keep him sportin
Living good like fuck the mortgage
Get em into something rewarding
Teach my youngin something important
Show how to spot a man nigga in the squad that you call your homies
Teach him difference in a bad bitch in a queen worth matrimony
Show him how to love his mother
Keep on fighting for your brothers
Make sure that you call your sisters
Cuz they the only ones thats listening
If they dont like them girls you kick it wit
You should trust that intuition then
Never been on no malicious shit
Only got ya best of interest in
See i ain't have no mother son
I was raised by one of your aunts
So when tou see that butterfly pull up
Just give her whatever she wants
My Ebony queen realist on my team
Any thing that women needs is my by any means
Yeah yeah yeah (listen)
Thats why I'm riding lowkey
Pressure on me, pistol in my pocket tryna make it back to ya
Riding lowkey pressure on me
I gotta make it back baby
Riding lowkey pressure on me
Thats why i gotta make it back baby
Riding lowkey pressure on me
Thats why i gotta make it back
Yeaaahh, yeahh
Ohhh nooo
Colorful vanilla dutches sippin something cold
Riding threw the city lone clutchin somethin chrome
They took my brother what if niggas want me gone
Man my sister be crushed i dont make it home
You know they hate it when you bossin, Dinner meetings at the carlton
Signing contracts poolside, Finna pick me up a new ride
They like whose that whose the new guy (Jack)
I just stay low and cruz by I know they hating on me
I guess thats the way its gone be
But boy i got some angels in my corner
Words help me make it off this corner
But i be wit the bangers from my corner
So we can keep it gangster if you want
You know im riding lowkey Pressure on me
I hate to have to pull this pistol off the seat
But its some people i already told i was on my way home
Thats why I'm riding lowkey
Pressure on me, pistol in my pocket tryna make it back to ya
Riding lowkey pressure on me
I gotta make it back baby
Riding lowkey pressure on me
Thats why i gotta make it back baby
Riding lowkey pressure on me
Thats why i gotta make it back
Yeaaahh, ohhhhh
I gotta make it back yeah
Ohhh yeah yeah yeah
I gotta make it back
I gotta make it back