Back On The Scene (feat. RJ Rodriguez)

Man, I'm coming up next I don't need to reflect 'Cause I'm back on the scene, there ain't no in between, I got no time to rest Man, I'm young and I'm blessed Man, I ain't even stressed Put myself to the test, with success in my mind, I won't settle for less 'Cause I'm back on the scene, there ain't no in between Rainy days pouring, I can't even breathe My gun bust a nut, but I ain't leave a clue, 'cause I hit him close range, now there's blood on my jeans In love with my bitch, I won't settle for cheap Top down, loud sound, on my way to the peeps I'm a keep going, and going, and going, I'm making this happen to make these ends meet I step on the track, feel the flame, I'm ablaze Block to the stage, I'm a lyrical sage Hopelessly writing these verses, on dope and, unleashing my soul, to engage in the pain I've been through it all, felt the weight and the strain I've seen the struggle, felt tears in the rain 'Cause there ain't no stopping, until the neck frozen, my bank balance good, and my family paid Man, I'm coming up next I don't need to reflect 'Cause I'm back on the scene, there ain't no in between, I got no time to rest Man, I'm young and I'm blessed Man, I ain't even stressed Put myself to the test, with success in my mind, I won't settle for less Back on the scene, yuh Lil man 'bout to see his defeat Lil man don't know what he seen Bouta be shook, like he part of mob deep I got a couple of loose screws So I got up and moved, and got off the booze, and ran up the news Even though all y'all fakes, and love to be acting so Hollywood Mother fuckers get a check in they name, and a K in they fame, and think that they hot shit Really you don't got shit Only got one, cause you got hoes waiting to hit, like an express way You in the club taking pics with girls who won't ask for your name Man you is a lame This ain't peach fuzz by T, this is peach fuzz by me The only thing peachy is y'all on my D I move like Kobe but far from a snake Really I don't know why they be saying that I am a liar You made a mistake I'm not the one that be playing a fake I keep it real You think that I have turned heel Not my fault you too little to heal Man I'm coming up next Put that on my dodgers cap I ain't a gangsta crip I don't do gangsta rap Always got Mexico on my hat When I roll in low riders, bumping boom bap Talking all that smack, but where is you at, put a cap on your ass Better back the fuck up, or you'll get smacked the fuck up Back on the scene and I'm coming up next And I know that I'm blessed, but I do get stressed This ain't no time to rest James Bond in this bitch, scratch that we next Man, Jaxn tell 'em the rest Man, I'm coming up next I don't need to reflect 'Cause I'm back on the scene, there ain't no in between, I got no time to rest Man, I'm young and I'm blessed Man, I ain't even stressed Put myself to the test, with success in my mind, I won't settle for less Man, I'm coming up next I don't need to reflect 'Cause I'm back on the scene, there ain't no in between, I got no time to rest Man, I'm young and I'm blessed Man, I ain't even stressed Put myself to the test, with success in my mind, I won't settle for less