BACK ON MY SHIT - RJ Payne

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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