Listen to Back to the Bars, Pt. 2 (feat. Sheek Louch, Styles P, Sauce Money, Nino Man, Vado, Rj Payne & Jon Connor) by DJ Kay Slay

Back to the Bars, Pt. 2 (feat. Sheek Louch, Styles P, Sauce Money, Nino Man, Vado, Rj Payne & Jon Connor)

DJ Kay Slay

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DJ Kayslay - Back to the Bars, Pt.2 ft. Sheek Louch, Styles P & More [Official Video]
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[Verse 1]
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King
The livin' legend, representin' for the culture
The culture is a way of life
Sheek Louch, set it off
[Verse 2]
Ayo, peace, Lord, how y'all been?
It's been a while since we talked, so I figure, let me grab my pen
Basic shit, drinkin' liquor, talkin' shit at the games
Couple **** doin' good, but the rest is the same
Still fly, heart emojis and a bunch of flames
I got a shit load of money, but I barely do chains
Nice watch, workin' hard, like to sleep on the planes
When I land, light up and get greeted with brains
Ha, Donnie, the Lionel Richie of the Commodores
For twenty years, I been hotter than Bahama floors
OG, so I was probably in yo' mama drawers
Been gettin' money since Ruff Ryder Cash Money tours
Dead, and I still let that cannon off
Whole clip, I don't plan on goin' back and forth
Google me, ****, ain't nothing 'bout me been soft
Sincerely yours, hope this letter make it up North
[Verse 3]
Swervin' through traffic on a Saw Mill
Headed to Yonkers
Styles P, let's go
[Verse 4]
I ain't have a trap, but I had a crack spot
I was movin' black tops, playin' black cop
Seen a top on a lap before a laptop
Over bloody money, **** let the gat pop
If you on the frontline, never back block
Then you better have a gat or be a Sasquatch
We was have-nots, now we have knots
Smokin' weed in a hatchback with a glass top
I still pay homage to all the reaganomics
Flashbacks await, the H'll make 'em vomit
Pushin' the whip, color like SuperSonics
Smokin' a Gary Payton while I'm playin' Delfonics
Even when I'm lyin', bitch, I'm bein' honest
I ain't with the drama, but I'm with the honor
You should know that I got the llama
I'm burnin' money and I'm burnin' scama
[Verse 5]
Cruisin' across the Brooklyn Bridge
Shouts to Marcy's own, Sauce Money
Let's go
[Verse 6]
If it's money on the table, I'll assault y'all kitchen
The **** with bright ideas, I'll off y'all, switchin'
Tryna block moves from gettin' Sauce more chicken
Underhanded **** like they Softball pitchin'
You got a job for haters, you better hire 'em swiftly
'Cause once we locate 'em, then we expire 'em quickly
I'm the one opp without a gun, shot at Curtis
This is how it sounds when you fire at 50
I open-palm haters and suckas get backhands
I pick off MCs to pick on rap fans
You find your stomach shrinkin', let me help you with your thinkin'
Sometimes my punchlines turn into lap bands
**** worse than hoes, fuck what he tell she
Sucker for love, **** want T-L-C
You could keep dreamin', but I'ma keep leanin'
And keep heat steamy while screamin', "Free LG"
[Verse 7]
Pushin' up that West Side highway to Harlem
Nino Man, Twelfth Street
Let's go
[Verse 8]
Yo, they say I'm the chosen one like Neo
Nah, bitch, I'm Nino
Trapped out the Rio, crack rocks of kilos
**** send shots and miss, they better reload
'Cause when I send shots, it's, they gotta relocate
Wait, I move like I'm runnin' late
No time for nobody, I'm sorry, I want the cake
I mean, I'm not even really sorry, I'm bein' fake
I mean, how could you ever be sorry for bein' great?
I mean, they be knowin'
I could slide in they main dame when the baby showin'
Can't even stay in their own lane and they be bowlin'
Don't ever loan 'em a damn thang, 'cause they be owin'
That's why their lady hoin'
I can't believe all this hate I see
I got the juice over here, you gotta drink Hi-C
I'm with your boo, gettin' head like a state ID
Look, I could never be fake, I'm me, Nino Man
[Verse 9]
You know how that bike life go down
One wheel up in the sky, up Lenox Ave
Vado, let's go
[Verse 10]
Yo, unleash ya fingers with pressed keys
Chains on galore, before it was just blessed beats
Be in Hell's Kitchen, cookin' up like the Westies
Off-white shirts lookin' like they 3-X tees
Yeah, we now orderin' less weed
Fiends movin' fast on the water like jet skis
I'm the type that eat with you, call for the check, please
'Fore you send your soldier in, make sure you check these
Bitches gettin' kicked to the curb in their best Birkin
Move to any county in Jers' except Bergen
Pull up in that Maybach Pearl with the red curtains
Ask ****, they networkin' or neck workin'
Tryna cop numbers, I'm hopin' the net workin'
Busses comin' in every day, the connect workin'
Huh, understand the mindstate
Now you could understand the crime rate
[Verse 11]
Doin' ninety down the turnpike down to Philly
RJ Payne, represent, bruh
Payne
[Verse 12]
Three-eight snub, clean the building
Clip full of slugs, they think it's Serena Williams
Shit is like a drug, been tryna repeat the feeling
Termites in a barrel, these bullets'll eat your ceiling, Payne
Every rhyme is stellar, different kind of fella
Dillinger with the six-pack, the Teyana Taylor
Medusa face on my Versace, word to Donatella
My chicken got these **** sick, shit is salmonella
When you this damn special, they can't catch you
I fight and I shoot, Van Damme and Van Exel
Out the park shit, grand slam, it's ancestral
Dead a man, them rubber bands, these hands stretch you
Fuck who nice, ****, who play greater?
Slay said he need a verse, it came two days later
I let these sucka **** prove they haters
Diss me on Monday and read about you in the Tuesday paper
Payne
[Verse 13]
Fresh off a flight from Flint, Michigan
Jon Connor, close it out
[Verse 14]
Let me just set the record straight
My résumé is up to date, ****, let's debate
Michigan, I'm from where the water is lead infested state
Where **** rather be dead than safe
Starve and dyin' over bread and cake
Judge know he gon' send you to the feds
Before the lawyer even pled the case
Adrenaline buildin', Connor back, killin' these **** with Slay
And I know you was missin' that feeling
They like, "He got a deal and went missin'"
No, he got a deal and they tried to convince him
I needed permission to finish the vision that Allah intended
You got it, I get it
And I will admit it, that Connor just probably ain't meant for the system
Peep my position
Disappeared and came back like a fuckin' magician
Mad with a swag like, "You fuckin' my bitches?"
You talk with the toughest intentions
Predicted to tuckin' your dick when shit get in sync
Them be the **** I hate and be talkin' the loudest
See, most of these **** is cowards
Keep runnin' your mouth and they be catchin' some flowers
Warning, I just took a bottle-water shower this morning
Flint shit, the reason behind all the passion when I'm recordin'
Pissed off, so I'ma let your bitch fuck me till my dick soft
Porn shit, long-ass tube socks and won't even take my kicks off
If you ask me, the universe gave y'all four years to try to pass me
And now that we back on course, I'm fuckin' y'all over with no remorse
A boss, I own my own shit
Now I ain't gotta postpone shit
Revolution on my mind like the black fist on the comb pick
It's finna get ugly
This time they not takin' it from me, this ain't for the money
This time, I'm fuckin' their bitch while I'm doin' the Dougie
This the preview of the shit I got comin', gone

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