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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destiny Frasqueri
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Doman
Composer
Destiny Frasqueri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Doman
Producer
Benjamin Julia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Don't know how to act
What I got is what you lack
I give it up, you hold back
Stuck with the slack
I go and stack my stacks
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Rollin' up the pack
Party sound wack
Think I have to pass
Park, I'm smokin' gas
Mom jean on my ass
Get the last laugh
'Cause my name, you'll never drag
Miss me, boy, the best you ever had
Drawstring on my bag
Let the pants sag
Petty, never mad
Leave it in the past
If I dwell, I'ma never have
The life I worked hard for
The city to explore
The money comin' more
Stuck in the crib, stuck in the crib
I'm a big little kid
I'm the bottle with bib
The baby food lit
The nipple, the lid
And I did what I did
'Cause I live how I live
For two-fifty, I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hidin' weed from the cops
I was on the six
Green line chick
I was on the six
For two-fifty, I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hidin' weed from the cops
I was on the six
Green line chick
I was on the six
For two-fifty, I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hidin' weed from the cops
I was on the six
Green line chick
I was on the six
Fuck with the kid
You don't fuck with the kid
And I show ya my world
And y'all seen how I live
From the womb to the crib
And the crib to the school
And the school to the rave
And the rave to the games
Patsies for the eats
Casablanca's for the meats
La Tropenzas for the bread
Went to Hajjis, got a Philly cheese instead
Round the corner to Ollin
'Cause you know I'm Mexican
Drink horchata with my peeps
Hug my auntie in the street
You could find me and Jeff
On the court playin' ball
Football and track
And I still play them all
Even though that I'm whack
Pleasant Ave., italianos
Gottis and the Lucianos
Rayos sittin' on the corner, ever been inside
There's a guy at the table, eats fazool as he cry
For two-fifty, I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hidin' weed from the cops
I was on the six
Green line chick
I was on the six
For two-fifty, I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hidin' weed from the cops
I was on the six
Green line chick
I was on the six
For two-fifty, I could go anywhere I want
Even if they check my bags
I'm hidin' weed from the cops
I was on the six
Green line chick
I was on the six
Written by: David Doman, Destiny Frasqueri