​i want my life back

[Intro]
Yeah
CULT shit, MFNF (MAKE FAMILY NOT FRIENDS, muh-hahahahaha)
Based Negative
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
I be listenin' to BONES, I be listenin' to Sy
You be listenin' to hoes (Hoes)
Pissin'—, pissin' in your clothes, everlong in your woes
Get the fuck from 'round my home, I'ma hit 'em with the hose (I'ma hit 'em with the hose)
Always tryna tell me somethin' you think I don't know
Ain't no competition 'cause I ain't afraid of ghosts
H-h-he want me to name a track, I be like, "I don't know"
Smokin' bread, spent his last dollar on a trichome

[Chorus]
Know he bound to fail, talkin' 'bout I want my life back
Shit get real whеn you movin' down the right path
Really that kid like my еyes on a iPad
Stay on top, give a fuck 'bout a climax

[Verse]
Get them—, get them drugs out my face, you know I ain't tryna try that
Half you rappers suck, and your life worth a dime sack
Stay up on my porch with a rifle and a rice hat
All your shit forced, you on your Vanilla Ice swag
My soul ain't for sale, Beamy God don't got a price tag
Every time I make a band, kinda feel like crack
Bitch, I'm on the stage, panderin' to all the white trash
The beat go at least this hard, then I might rap
Every time I step inside the club, I see coke fiends, dope fiends
I don't even smoke weed, for sure keepin' my nose clean
I do my dance in the spot, freaky like a rope tease
I hit the game from the back 'til I give it goatse
I be listenin' to CXRPSE, I be listenin' to Ghostie
The gang smoke top-shelf gas 'til it choke me
You pussies sendin' threats through the phone like Obie
In yo' driveway, slashin' twenty-fours like Kobe

[Pre-Chorus]
I-I-I be listenin' to BONES, I be listenin' to Sy
You be listenin' to hoes (Hoes)
Pissin'—, pissin' in your clothes, everlong in your woes
Get the fuck from 'round my home, I'ma hit 'em with the hose (I'ma hit 'em with the hose)
Always tryna tell me somethin' you think I don't know
Ain't no competition 'cause I ain't afraid of ghosts
H-h-he want me to name a track, I be like, "I don't know"
Smokin' bread, spent his last dollar on a trichome

[Chorus]
Know he bound to fail, talkin' 'bout I want my life back
Shit get real when you movin' down the right path
Really that kid like my eyes on a iPad
Stay on top, give a fuck 'bout a climax
Really with the shits, I'ma give y'all sepsis
Stay on top, and you just gotta accept it
Really that kid, baby bottle for my respite
Beamy God, eat lost souls for my breakfast

[Outro]
MAKE FAMILY NOT FRIENDS, muh-hahahahaha
I want my life back, back—, back—
I want my—
Back—, back—, back—
I want my—, b-b-b-back—
I want my—
Back—, back—