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Performed By: Roundstreet
Length: 3:44
Written by: Pedja Bunjevac




Roundstreet - Back at It Lyrics
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Tripping, they finna be the ones who live the music
Living, they finna be the ones who never do it
Feel it, a limit when you put your ego to it
Vivid, I see it vividly and he done blew it
Listen, he gave a "dina" for a father figure
Listen, open Medina for a minor figure
This that, a bleached version of another (shh)
Listen, I want a breather for my mother yeah
Bitches, she snap a selfie like I insta feed her
She hoping for a cheeba when I'm on my Wiz Khalifa
And I can have a metaphor or two for bottom feeders
But I can f*ck it, finna take a walk on my Adidas
Feel it, I'm from the place where we ain't have no heaters
We had benches for another and a bunch of divas
We had believers back on Venus and a bunch of heathens
This that, we had ideas
Listen, sometimes I feel like I'm just walking backwards
So I, I put in work with all this talking practice
Blowout, see when I'm writing I be out of sadness
Fallout, I need a filter for this f*cking madness
See a homie rock a Rolly like a rap fanatic
Wrist swole but his soul is on the f*cking attic
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
I'm back at it
I put an "NG" on my mini when I'm back at it
I'm finna shimmy to a milli when I'm back at it
I'm talking ears not commas when I'm back at it
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
I'm back at it
Simple mathematics
Feel it, I'm from the place where we're all landless farmers
Every motherf*cker making commas carry heavy armors
Dreaming, everybody getting petty on us
If you want a Mary from us, throw a penny on us
See when I started shit was bogus 'cause I lacked focus
But now I'm on it like an Addy so my back hold us
See now I'm jazzy like I'm Lisa, I don't lack Monas
I'm finna rap, 'cause if I don't, they got the gats on us
I can walk up in the dark, I got the bat sonars
If I step on, I don't fall off, that's a max bonus
See a DM see a comment, got the rats on us
Carpe Diem shit is common got the stats on us
See a homie rock a Rolly like a rap fanatic
Wrist swole but his soul is on the f*cking attic
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
I'm back at it
I put an "NG" on my mini when I'm back at it
I'm finna shimmy to a milli when I'm back at it
I'm talking ears not commas when I'm back at it
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
See a homie rock a Rolly like a rap fanatic
Wrist swole but his soul is on the f*cking attic
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
I'm back at it
I put an "NG" on my mini when I'm back at it
I'm finna shimmy to a milli when I'm back at it
I'm talking ears not commas when I'm back at it
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
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Tripping, they finna be the ones who live the music
Living, they finna be the ones who never do it
Feel it, a limit when you put your ego to it
Vivid, I see it vividly and he done blew it
Listen, he gave a "dina" for a father figure
Listen, open Medina for a minor figure
This that, a bleached version of another (shh)
Listen, I want a breather for my mother yeah
Bitches, she snap a selfie like I insta feed her
She hoping for a cheeba when I'm on my Wiz Khalifa
And I can have a metaphor or two for bottom feeders
But I can f*ck it, finna take a walk on my Adidas
Feel it, I'm from the place where we ain't have no heaters
We had benches for another and a bunch of divas
We had believers back on Venus and a bunch of heathens
This that, we had ideas
Listen, sometimes I feel like I'm just walking backwards
So I, I put in work with all this talking practice
Blowout, see when I'm writing I be out of sadness
Fallout, I need a filter for this f*cking madness
See a homie rock a Rolly like a rap fanatic
Wrist swole but his soul is on the f*cking attic
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
I'm back at it
I put an "NG" on my mini when I'm back at it
I'm finna shimmy to a milli when I'm back at it
I'm talking ears not commas when I'm back at it
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
I'm back at it
Simple mathematics
Feel it, I'm from the place where we're all landless farmers
Every motherf*cker making commas carry heavy armors
Dreaming, everybody getting petty on us
If you want a Mary from us, throw a penny on us
See when I started shit was bogus 'cause I lacked focus
But now I'm on it like an Addy so my back hold us
See now I'm jazzy like I'm Lisa, I don't lack Monas
I'm finna rap, 'cause if I don't, they got the gats on us
I can walk up in the dark, I got the bat sonars
If I step on, I don't fall off, that's a max bonus
See a DM see a comment, got the rats on us
Carpe Diem shit is common got the stats on us
See a homie rock a Rolly like a rap fanatic
Wrist swole but his soul is on the f*cking attic
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
I'm back at it
I put an "NG" on my mini when I'm back at it
I'm finna shimmy to a milli when I'm back at it
I'm talking ears not commas when I'm back at it
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
See a homie rock a Rolly like a rap fanatic
Wrist swole but his soul is on the f*cking attic
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
I'm back at it
I put an "NG" on my mini when I'm back at it
I'm finna shimmy to a milli when I'm back at it
I'm talking ears not commas when I'm back at it
I feel like rappers need to take another crack at it
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Writer: Pedja Bunjevac
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