I’m Back RMC Mike

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ha, yeah
Back, I'm back, I'm back on bullshit, nigga
Ha, I told y'all niggas I'ma be on that
Alright

[Chorus]
Alright, hey, back on my bullshit, back in the trap, back in the field
Back on the road, I'm back doin' shows, I'm back takin' pills
I'm back on my shit, I'm back on my grind, I'm back on the prize
I'm back on the money, I'm back on the hustle, I'm back on the crime
Back up, nigga
Hundred bands, get your racks up, nigga
Hundred rounds in this brand-new ARP that I got on me right now, better call for some backup, nigga
I keep firin' like a matchbook, nigga
If you a pussy, better act tough, nigga
I'm a vet in the game, if a nigga step to me, he better have his stats up, nigga

[Verse 1]
Mix-matched, he don't match up with us
Gucci coat with the patch all in it
I could out-rap then wrap y'all niggas
Catch 'em out back and smack y'all niggas
Goyard bag with the racks all in it
She let me get the pussy, I'ma tap all in it
Oh, you broke? Shit, that's y'all business
Here's an eight-ball, that's called fishin'
I can't rap with you less than a ten-ball
We gon' knock 'em all down, check the pinfall
You a pup in this game, I'm a big dog
I was on the plane while they droppin' off fentanyl
Call Trell, 'nother hundred packs sent off
Call Dot, 'nother hundred packs sent off
Basically, what I'm tryna say is, motherfucker, I'm gettin' off