Xavier Ingram - Back to Back Lyrics

We go back to back, who better
We go track for track, all black whip and drip
With a girl to match my dawg, sellin' nicks with a cannon
With a drum attached, sticks everywhere in the crib
He got a opp to catch, he ain't takin' no for an answer
Yeah, he on the go, lightsaber, green and red
Yeah, he goin' up the pole like your favorite girl
And starlets pay homage, I'm so high, I can vomit on a comet
Duck in these police lights, hand-to-hand street fights
Sneakin' in the crib, way after the street lights
Come on, that's the motto, tough pill to swallow
When you ducking hollows prayin' just to see tomorrow
All that bravado in your body when you gettin' follow
All black tint, soundin' like the summer in Chicago
That's reality, breakin' news casualties
Brush it off casually, cause that's how it gotta be
Can't think about it rationally, my stomach grumbin' actually
Gotta eat, all my mind is gettin' money strategies
Gotta get to it, money stays on my mind
Can't think about the struggle, it's over in due time
I can't stop rappin, yeah, I gotta get it, gotta go
Gotta make a million, fool, I'm thirty-five, got big goals
Ain't stoppin' till I got a hundred million records sold
Even then, I'm on the go, f*ckin' hoes on the road
Leave em pigeon toed, Alley oop to the bros
We ain't never fold, invite the pressure, yeah, we cold
Play a role, we can see the top, that's on the code
I'm the greatest, yeah, you heard, everything I say is bold
Let's turn the page, you see the story told a little different
Swimmin' with the fishes, brodie on a mission
Tryin' to ease the tension, a little tough when the chicken missin
Alphabet boys come knockin, you get to singin
How you get out so fast, gets it hissin
See, I pay attention, certain things can't be forgiven
You ain't gettin' money, how the hell is you livin
Stay away from drama, yeah, Mr. Thanksgiving
Dedication in these raps, never ending trauma traps
They get the meal, we get the scraps, roll the dice, forget this crap
I'ma get up out it at this trap, I can't stay yet
They spreading' rumors, f*ck the facts, I can't believe y'all act like that
I can't stop rappin, yeah, I gotta get it, gotta go
Gotta make a million, fool, I'm thirty-five, got big goals
Ain't stoppin' till I got a hundred million records sold
Even then, I'm on the go, f*ckin' hoes on the road
Leave em pigeon toed, Alley oop to the bros
We ain't never fold, invite the pressure, yeah, we cold
Play a role, we can see the top, that's on the code
I'm the greatest, yeah, you heard, everything I say is bold