Back At Em - Grieves

Back at it

The boom-bap addict

The notepad crusher with a couple bad habits

I’ve been down since the get down

Never looked back

Made some homies out of idols

Now they givin' me daps

Long roads with a gallon of gas

Keep rollin

These cats keep askin' where the fuck I’m going

Leavin it wide open

I’m just followin' the kick-snare

Best believe there’s gonna be some whiskey when we get there

God damn

Pullin' out the cork

Out these hobby-ass rappers fallin' back into the board

I was lit from the second the engineer hit 'record'

Me spendin the time to hide it is something I can’t afford

Mother fucker fall back

Miss me with the bullshit

Go and get my rocks glass

Fill it with the Bulleit

Got that bourbon on my breath

And bright lights on the stage

Rhymesayers Entertainment

Ain’t a damn thing changed

Hey yo

Northside?

Check

Southside?

Check

Show up to the party rockin live and direct

Got some old school records

Baby I’m set

Make it last forever like my name is Keith Sweat

Hey yo

Eastside?

Check

Westside?

Check

Speakers so loud that it’ll break your neck

You can hate it all you want, I don’t live with regret

I laid it all out on the table

You can place your bets

Oops!

Shit

I think I made a banger

Mother-fuck it all with both fingers

I just came to kick it

Paid a visit to the bank

Pullin' out my last twenty bucks to fill the tank up

Now I just wanna ride

You can catch me on the 5 with my speakers up

Life goes on and I don’t give the fucks

Been around the block

Went from kicking freestyles on the city bus

To building something those who disrespectin' me can barely touch

Damn, right

Solid to the step

Learn to keep some good company

Surrounded by the best

Whole team got the rhythm steady poundin' in they chest

So no matter the occasion, we are one-hundred percent on

Pen in palm, I got the beats on blast

You got a problem with me?

Eat my ass

I got that small-batch whiskey on my breath

Bright lights on the stage

Rhymesayers Entertainment

Ain’t a damn thing changed

Hey yo

Northside?

Check

Southside?

Check

Show up to the party rockin live and direct

I got some old school records, baby I’m set

Make it last forever like my name is Keith Sweat

Hey yo

Eastside?

Check

Westside?

Check

Speakers so loud that it’ll break your neck

You can hate it all you want, I don’t live with regret

I laid it all out on the table

You can place your bets

Oooh, that’s a bad motherfucker right there