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Back At It (feat. Lil Rhubarb & Churchy B)
by Big Juice Productions
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Yeah we back at it and you know we're tryna flex
Yeah we back at it and you know we're up next
Yeah we back at it and we're counting up these checks
Yeah we back at it we're coming for you next
Beethoven on the beat, yeah, I only drop classics
Got two fans but we rapping for the masses
Killing all these rappers and I throw them in the casket
Havoc, bombastic, yeah I got bad habits
Making all the tracks but you been going static
You say we falling off yeah you tripping on acid
Designer clothes only, i got all the fabrics
Yeah, yeah
I ain't Dane, yeah I'm not duplicating
Spitting all this fire like my name been Satan
Keep it on lock yeah you ain't gonna break in
My tracks sizzling yeah that's some bacon
Cash cash cash yeah i be raking (yeah)
Yeah I'm so groundbreaking (yeah)
Breaking like the earth yeah that's quaking (yeah)
Beethoven on the beat, yeah, I only drop classics
Got two fans but we rapping for the masses
Killing all these rappers and I throw them in the casket
Havoc, bombastic, yeah I got bad habits
Making all the tracks but you been going static
You say we falling off yeah you tripping on acid
Designer clothes only, i got all the fabrics
Yeah, yeah
Spitten these bars
They should call it a crime
2 day delivery like amazon prime
Getting this money is a waste of my time
Coming back I in gotta clear off the grime
Big juice making moves like organized crime
When give you my 10 cents your net worth a dime
Getting these women please 1 at a time
Taking the stairs you can call is the climb
Gifting this shit like and Easter basket
I be staying green so I don't plastic
My bars satirical and sarcastic
My career got me stretched like elastic
People try to steal all of my sick rhymes
Watch me how I destroy them all like enzymes
I've asked out your girl about 6 times
But sadly she said no ima have to decline
Each time
These bars 2 years in the making
That's why My lyrics breathtaking
We know this album boutta blow
I call that insider trading
I'm using rhyme zone everyday
That's why I'm not hesitating
I ripped my favorite pair of pants
That shit was devastating
You floating through these relationships it's like zero gravity
Ima sneak up inside of the industry just like a cavity
You saying you can spit man that's a straight fallacy
In every religion dissing me is considered blasphemy
Actually
My talent charted as an exponential sum
We go against the grain they refer to us as the rebel scum
My dad be lil xan and they wonder where I get it from
Listen right here right now I'm gonna end off the song
You've been eating for way to long
Keep it up and you'll get the schlong
So make a little room at the table for 2
That's for me and ruby with the rest of the crew
Woo
Beethoven on the beat, yeah, I only drop classics
Got two fans but we rapping for the masses
Killing all these rappers and I throw them in the casket
Havoc, bombastic, yeah I got bad habits
Making all the tracks but you been going static
You say we falling off yeah you tripping on acid
Designer clothes only, I got all the fabrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah we back at it and you know we're tryna flex
Yeah we back at it and you know we're up next
Yeah we back at it and we're counting up these checks
Yeah we back at it we're coming for you next
Yeah we back at it and you know we're tryna flex
Yeah we back at it and you know we're up next
Yeah we back at it and we're counting up these checks
Yeah we back at it we're coming for you next
Beethoven on the beat, yeah, I only drop classics
Got two fans but we rapping for the masses
Killing all these rappers and I throw them in the casket
Havoc, bombastic, yeah I got bad habits
Making all the tracks but you been going static
You say we falling off yeah you tripping on acid
Designer clothes only, i got all the fabrics
Yeah, yeah
I ain't Dane, yeah I'm not duplicating
Spitting all this fire like my name been Satan
Keep it on lock yeah you ain't gonna break in
My tracks sizzling yeah that's some bacon
Cash cash cash yeah i be raking (yeah)
Yeah I'm so groundbreaking (yeah)
Breaking like the earth yeah that's quaking (yeah)
Beethoven on the beat, yeah, I only drop classics
Got two fans but we rapping for the masses
Killing all these rappers and I throw them in the casket
Havoc, bombastic, yeah I got bad habits
Making all the tracks but you been going static
You say we falling off yeah you tripping on acid
Designer clothes only, i got all the fabrics
Yeah, yeah
Spitten these bars
They should call it a crime
2 day delivery like amazon prime
Getting this money is a waste of my time
Coming back I in gotta clear off the grime
Big juice making moves like organized crime
When give you my 10 cents your net worth a dime
Getting these women please 1 at a time
Taking the stairs you can call is the climb
Gifting this shit like and Easter basket
I be staying green so I don't plastic
My bars satirical and sarcastic
My career got me stretched like elastic
People try to steal all of my sick rhymes
Watch me how I destroy them all like enzymes
I've asked out your girl about 6 times
But sadly she said no ima have to decline
Each time
These bars 2 years in the making
That's why My lyrics breathtaking
We know this album boutta blow
I call that insider trading
I'm using rhyme zone everyday
That's why I'm not hesitating
I ripped my favorite pair of pants
That shit was devastating
You floating through these relationships it's like zero gravity
Ima sneak up inside of the industry just like a cavity
You saying you can spit man that's a straight fallacy
In every religion dissing me is considered blasphemy
Actually
My talent charted as an exponential sum
We go against the grain they refer to us as the rebel scum
My dad be lil xan and they wonder where I get it from
Listen right here right now I'm gonna end off the song
You've been eating for way to long
Keep it up and you'll get the schlong
So make a little room at the table for 2
That's for me and ruby with the rest of the crew
Woo
Beethoven on the beat, yeah, I only drop classics
Got two fans but we rapping for the masses
Killing all these rappers and I throw them in the casket
Havoc, bombastic, yeah I got bad habits
Making all the tracks but you been going static
You say we falling off yeah you tripping on acid
Designer clothes only, I got all the fabrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah we back at it and you know we're tryna flex
Yeah we back at it and you know we're up next
Yeah we back at it and we're counting up these checks
Yeah we back at it we're coming for you next