I'm Coming Back - Mike Zombie

ZO, I’ve done a little, it look like a lot

Seems like it’s getting under your skin like Icy Hot

I strip you of your story, show 'em you 'Maliah' lot

You write up stories, I’d rather get life on writer’s block

They love you when you here, forget you when you gone

Parole got denied, now who gon' use the phone

Soon as I got paid, I put them lawyers on

Money down on the books 'til all my niggas coming home

Either you happy or you jealous of the things I have

Either way it’s autographs or my nuts to grab

If I’m out of state it’s black trucks, nigga fuck a cab

All my work is speaking for itself so I don’t have to brag

Smoke a blunt with Diddy T, Rogers on the texts

None of this shit is coming and I did this shit myself

I’m getting big but never too big for my city

But smart enough and big enough to know that nobody’s fucking with me

21 having a ton of fun

Every bitch I meet keep treatin' me like I’m the fucking one

I’m worried about guap not gossip

At the end every night I pull receipts up out my pocket

I got this seats with the AC and I’m ridin' in a spaceship

The words I hear the most is proud — congratulations

Please don’t talk to me about your musical frustrations

Cause nigga I’m getting better, that’s something I can’t relate with

Checks after checks, accolades and nominations

Flew out the town to work, but why this shit feel like vacation?

Hotel, five star, top screen like GTA bitch

I set the bar so high you need a trampoline to drank bitch

Fuck the other side we reenact the segregation

Okay I OD on life, wear clothes for no occassion

Why that last bar written out look like my bank statement?

Capitalize every O and you will see I’m paid

It’s the kid with the backpack

The one who can draw

The one who can dress

Design his ass off

Sound familiar, ay

If Drake the new Jay, please tell me who can fill the shoes of 'Ye

But shit who’s to say?

People say it’s…

(…you

Trust me on this one

I’ve got a bad feeling)