Back on My Feet - K Fix, Omega Sin, Minus

I’m back on my feet

I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed

I get that shit back in a week

We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet

Then we bringing the heat

My partner go home with that one eye

Had no-one down

Bouta get back on my feet

I’m back on my feet

I’m back on my feet

Talked on the concrete (mane)

Got a knife on me like I’m Dundee selling dumb B

Tryna make a stretch like I’m here for ya for one piece

Hear the trap and hopefully I make it back in one piece

Take another puff from the blunt now I’m comfy (yeah)

Burners to the trunch tryna compete

Want the roll up with the pump in the front seat

That a hum beat

Going ham nigga lunch meat

Straight from the bottom so they struck and they new to me

Selling customers that huff before a nigga hit puberty

Usually getting a trailer cause they be thugging as you can see

Man I’ve been a protest so it’s prolly none to get euphemist sipping lean

Screw face you were talking with two of me

And I maneuver like the hoodsta

I’m just send a bruh to the streets

Run a school of hard nuts criminals tooling me

Now I cock by running my heater all of would cool me

I’m just another nigga with ambitions of masses

That gon' sell it done my flip but just to tickle my fans

And whipping it prolly with the ambulance

Still on that bad bit keeping it real

If someone cock it up they shoot with the pan jig

And I guarantee nobody finna take a penny from me

Cause I’m thugging and I’m strapped to the T

And if I get desperate

I stretch out a couple of suckas

We gas em I’m back on my feet

I’m back on my feet

I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed

I get that shit back in a week

We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet

Then we bringing the heat

My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down

Bouta get back on my feet

I’m back on my feet

I’m back on my feet

I talked with other people

And they never put a buckle on my house and man

They saying David don’t forget to be shit

Living in the struggle tried to be a part of double

Anytime we see Colombo man we gotta play some defence

Hit em with the bronco they blank when it’s hard

Till they drop it in the pod I’ma hit em with the remix

Time to get a nine man

I got what you want now get shot pop, pop gotta fire like the phoenix

Prolly make a mother I’ma whip it into Pyrex

Got no scale like I weighing with the nine tails

Run up off the block I guarantee that limo lifeless

Got it off for slugging it on I feel like the Isis

Hit em with the burden with they aching out they eye shift

Silence we can get sicker than the virus

Tyrant fly more heads than a pilot

Fight like Mike Tyson but I guess I have hepatitis

Money any time fuck ya hand on the watch

And I get no sleep sticking gaup to my crotch

I need to get my hands on a kilo of rocks

So I can get back to the fiends on the block

Cops tried to raid my house like my Mary in a box

Man it ain’t no wonder why I’m carrying the Glock

Tell em why ya should suck my dick it’d be the cherry on the top

Every day I pray to god that I never get caught

I’m back on my feet

I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed

I get that shit back in a week

We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet

Then we bringing the heat

My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down

Bouta get back on my feet

I’m back on my feet

I’m back on my feet

Here I go I’m hopeless tricks, tricks in my sleeve man it’s hocus pocus

You ain’t gotta tell em that the dopest

Wrote this wrote by dope

I smoke hella dope to cope with

The fact that I’m broke but I hold my focus

You ain’t fucking with the god (?)

Peter Parson I’m taught like Jehovah notice

I ain’t care for shit but ya boy been scoping

Rip them open sick of rollers

Sick of weed tryna split a fucking ibuprofen

Between a migraine and an IV

Open in my veins I’m feeling kinda violent spoken

Like a sane maniac that’s an oxymoron

I’m for sure one

You don’t wanna test in the icy long run

And I suggest you just invest whatever’s left in a box of corpse one

Start the four run

Long time coming from the bottom of the bottle

Pray to (?) that I made my way made my pay

Pay do’s in the same two 8−0-8's

God I’m banging out the beasts like a ok

Wanna talk that shit I can run that fade on that ass real quick

Quick comeback bang, bang put it on my motherfucking life on pay

I’m back on my feet

I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed

I get that shit back in a week

We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet

Then we bringing the heat

My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down

Bouta get back on my feet

I’m back on my feet

I’m back on my feet