Testo BACK ON MY SHIT - RJ Payne

BACK ON MY SHIT

«Termanology»
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«Melks»
It’s Payne
I’m ‘bout to smoke this motherfucker
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Back on my shit like I never left, rappers are bitches, I never rest
Packaging piff in a Everfresh, mac with the clip and the leather vest
Stacking my chicken and cheddar next, Malcolm at the window, that’s the letter X
Bullets airborne, bitch, leather necks, from here on, get your feathers wt
I’m still on the grind, my niggas still on my mind, bitch, I’m ‘bout to go kill
them this time
I’m planning your wak, Caesar, the Planet of Apes, shit, I got gorillas in line
Still in my prime, they see me drumming, Lord Tariq with the heater,
we’re Peter Gunning
Buddy, come get the liter, your meter running, chopper sound like a ton of the
zebra coming
Shit, I never been lacking at all, I keep my back to the wall, splatter your
dogs
Niggas been fiending for dope, my homies tell me the streets been having
withdrawals
I had to evolve, no way no magic involved, load up the ladders and all
Shatter your skull, all of these rappers are dog, get buried in back of my yard
Dopest alive, listen, just soak up the vibe, I’m focused, I woke up at 5
A soldier with pride, burners got multiple sides, approach it, get closer to God
Roll with the mob, this what I’m ‘spposed to provide, like ho, this a whole
different vibe
Totaled your high, bullets hit shoulders and thighs, bitch, I’m bout to go to
Dubai
This is the difference between us, we’re playing in different arenas
You could hate, but your bitch on my penis, got a K and she thick as Serena
This shit sound like a brick in a Beamer, in the kitchen, they whip up Katrina
Fuck a plug, my vision was cleaner, tell the judge go get that subpoena
See all that capping shit is laughable, this rapping shit is tactical
Run up in these labels like them crackers did the Capitol
You lacking, I’ma capture you, clap at you for attitude
Classic, nigga, full metal jacket worth of shrapnel
I’ve risen out the dead, feeling like I’m Jesus
I’ve been giving out my bread, look at the pigeons I done fed
You niggas been misled, that will get you groupies hurt
Little uzi vert had something shiny sticking out your head, yeah
I might roll an L, but I ain’t taking one
I serve them fresh, bullets burn your chest like Jamaican rum
Your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper, I’m their favorite one
We’re waving guns, soon as the laser done, then the razor come
Payne
It’s the fuck I’m talking ‘bout
We at you niggas every week
Aye Term, you keep sending them, I keep burning them the fuck down
EIMG
Let’s go