[Intro]
Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality
[Verse 1]
They say the streams fake, the bots running this thing, wait
Still I gotta make them bands, count my cheesecake
Niggas offsides, this my free play
I'm internin' for my barber, get your free fade
Oh, wait. Tell me where we at though
I’m looking through the windows of your soul, I don't backdoor
I lost some good men cause they couldn't see the back door
We black, bearing arms now, keep it in the satchel
Page. All this hating on me isn’t natural
But God gave me this, an atheist can see the passion
And y'all niggas lame, hydroplaning with the crash out
But everything a lot, so, bring everything, everything
[Chorus]
Back to life, back to reality (In the belly of the)
Back to life, back to reality (Yeah, in the belly of the beast)
Back to life, back to reality (In the belly of the)
Back to life, back to real— (But ain't no fuckin way, boy) (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
We celebrating while opposition ain't optimistic
God's good, but I'm often questioning when he listen
The hate is bigger than me, the weight is bigger than me
They crashing out, I feel like I'm at Talladega winning (Back to life)
Chocolate City, we supposed to be good
Never thought I'd see Rayful Edmonds on social media
They out their cotton-picking minds, they don't know the details
Me and Kazz talking Silk, Temple Beverly Hills
Southwest, Southwest, shout out to 106
Every show, I had a platinum, they was getting me lit
Everybody show you love when you givin' 'em shit
One day, you say no, and no longer pretend to be friends
My men don't sketch, y'all drawin' and shit
I lost some niggas to dippers, I lost some niggas to Fent'
I lost it all, when I got it all, I'mma target again
When everything you do offensive, you be hard to defend, I'm going
[Chorus]
Back to life (To the belly of the)
Back to reality (In the belly of the)
Back to life (Yeah), back to reality (In the belly of the best)
Back to life, back to reality (In the belly of the)
Back to life, back to re—, how ever do you want it?
[Verse 3]
Look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday
IRS patient, friends on JPay
How can I express in this shit that got me rich
That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker—?
Look. Wine drinking in Malibu is a mindfuck
Used to buy ten dollar pieces with nine bucks
A dollar short, a day late
Niggas with Broadways, I'm sorry, I'm not for play-play
Small conversations I vacate
They all say we brothers, I feel like I'm Bison Dele
Yeah, I got this stripper from LA
My cousin just had a wedding, I put her ass in the Gele
Yeah, maybe I'm way too careless
Or maybe need to appear to my parents I'm on the same wave
Look. The ebb and flow of this talent
It's like a balancing act but my parents gave me my stage name
[Pre-Chorus]
Bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday
IRS patient, friends on JPay
How can I express in this shit that got me rich
That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker—?
Nah, look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday
IRS patient, everybody waitin'
How can I express in the shit that got me lit
That depression, the pressure, the motherfuckin' same thing?
[Chorus]
Back to life (In the belly of the)
Back to reality (In the belly of the beast)
Back to life (Yeah), back to reality (In the belly of the beast)
Back to life, back to reality (You know what I'm sayin?)
Back to life, back to reality