[Intro]

Welcome back

For the first time

Uh…

[Verse 1]

I ordered enchiladas, then I ate ‘em

Nowadays, we foreign-bound, need a translator

The fans relate ‘cause they can tell the real from a fake one

With every statement, no wonder why they start to hate you

When change came, blew your mainframe, wiped your data

Ahem, ugh! For sure shine with more rhymes than limericks

And buzzin’ in your city like a fuckin’ timе limit

We eatin’ off thesе raps like I stored ‘em in the kitchen cabinet

Nigga, ask about me—I’m a hustler to the core

From sellin’ niggas shorts out my pack [?]

[?] passport, blame it on your asphalt

Stand to raise the altitude, I’m jammin’ from the free-throw

On your mama front porch, laid up like a [?]

My cause is to stuntro; Change post-punk

But our public image say this prolly bangin’ out your trunk, though

Feet kicked up, up, tapes ten-zero

They deadstock my headshots: hometown heroes

What up, though?

[Verse 2]

Ugh! This what full creative control sound like

Flow shifted, ugh—leather stitchin’ on my ride

I ride by, peelin’ and leanin’ on right side

But I be feelin’ like Hot Spitta behind the [?]

Got it off the muscle, never owed a favor

“How y’all did it?” Shit, kept cold to the end

Had to move with our chin up, swingin’ for the ropes

Show to show, movin’ the crowd: Mike Buffer, yo

Still, they lie: “What’s your sound? How y’all made it?”

My toolboxes grew boxes, Roland made it

Speakers shakin’, spawns of [?]

We created some new shit

Call it what you call it, pimpin’—you ain’t on it

Ugh, tell ‘em, “Burn my shit”

The tables ain’t turned; we flipped that bitch

Tell me who you wit’