Listen to Back Around the Way (feat. Statik Selektah, Termanology, Big Shug, Pleasure Pete, Millyz, Slaine, Michael Christmas, Sammy Adams & Edo. G) by Brady Watt

Back Around the Way (feat. Statik Selektah, Termanology, Big Shug, Pleasure Pete, Millyz, Slaine, Michael Christmas, Sammy Adams & Edo. G)

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ALBUMBack Around the Way (feat. Statik Selektah, Termanology, Big Shug, Pleasure Pete, Millyz, Slaine, Michael Christmas, Sammy Adams & Edo. G) - SingleBrady Watt

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Brady Watt

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brady Watt

Songwriter

Carlos Homs

Composer

Patrick Baril

Composer

MAX HARDWOOD

Composer

KIETH EDWARD ELAM

KIETH EDWARD ELAM

Songwriter

Daniel Domingo Carrillo

Daniel Domingo Carrillo

Songwriter

PETER MINKARAH

Songwriter

Myles Lockwood

Songwriter

George Carroll

Songwriter

Michael Lindsay

Michael Lindsay

Songwriter

Samuel Adams Wisner

Samuel Adams Wisner

Songwriter

Edward Anderson

Edward Anderson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brady Watt

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Back around the way

Cats that you hang with, and do your thang with

Back around the way

Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die

Back around the way

Come at you like Patriot missiles

Back around the way

Show off, S-T Dot

New England

[Verse 2]

Greatest ever from my city, I'm P. Diddy of Lawton

Did it from New Yitty to Bosstown

Sold a lot of records, made a lot of money

Killed a lot of rappers, slayed a lot of honeys

Hit the lotto, lucky

As a toddler, bummy, watchin' cuttys

Now they wanna cop it from me

They study my moves and they copy from me

Still hungry on my 40th, my hits, notorious

All you hear is cheers from the audience

[Verse 3]

Big Shug, rappin' for the Bean

Keep 'em wide open like I'm breaking your knees

Rock the jewels, get the cream

Real **** know what I mean

Uh-huh, pack it up, back it up

Floss too hard and I'll jack you up

Put your jaw here and I'll crack you up

I know you ain't actin' up, uh-huh

[Verse 4]

It's the live-free lord, son, I'm born from granite

Slickest rapper in The Shire since I stormed the planet

More than manic, my repertoire, the golden standard

It's like I sold my soul, way my flow's satanic

And so, I focus the power, my written wobbles the the obelisk

Shit is probably obvious, to them, I've got the problem with

True to the Unabomber, my manifesto to modernists

Pleasure the moniker, only measure I can be bothered with

[Verse 5]

Back around the way

Cats that you hang with, and do your thang with

Back around the way

Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die

Back around the way

Come at you like Patriot missiles

Back around the way

I play for New England

New England

[Verse 6]

Blanco

Look, I was sellin' base

Now I rap with Brady Watt, he on the bass

Gun slingin', aim the shot, shoot from the waist

Bangin' like a western flick

They couldn't see the vision

I made their perspective switch

Rap slow, trap blow, go invest in bricks

Bad hoes in my DMs, sendin' naked pics

See the cocaine seats in the coupe, no ceiling

Quick to cut a bitch off, I don't got no feelings

[Verse 7]

I came a long way from the stoop, with a hammer

But when you get the juice, they get loose with the slander

Chickens stay cluckin' by my coup with the camera

But I know it's good with the goose and the gander

This is just something that you wouldn't understand

To build from the bottom-up and how to run a brand

Movin' through the madness when you're a hunted man

All you ever figured out was how to run a scam

[Verse 8]

Hey, I told **** last week the world was endin'

Toy Story layin' on the floor, no more pretendin'

Where's Ja Rule? Same difference, listenin' to y'all fools

Twenty-six years, not listenin' to y'all rules

And when this bitch burnin' and I'm on the prudential

A pen and a pad and a sword and a pistol

Devil in his eyes, tell him, "Come and get your issue"

Turn Michael Douglas when the rent due

[Verse 9]

Got some shit up on my chest, boy, I gotta get off

Abbreviation of my city, all I'm spittin' is bars

Last week, had an epiphany, ain't tryna to be soft

So many hits, won't even pitch to me, I'll probably get walked

And the bands in the waistline

Be thicker than Brady bassline

You can tell her you ain't tryna FaceTime

Indy no luck, like you play for the Colts

Only Pats' fans gettin' pocket dials from the coach

[Verse 10]

Back around the way

Cats that you hang with, and do your thang with

Back around the way

Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die

Back around the way

Come at you like Patriot missiles

Back around the way

I play for New England

New England

[Verse 11]

The closer, Edo never fill a slot

Kilowatt, illa part, hit you with the killer shot

Pick apart your wicked heart

Your sixteens I rip apart

My verse is like religious art

Got a text from Brady Watt

Said he need me on a record, I said, "Save me a spot"

No debatin' or hatin'

You made a deal with the Devil

Now pay back Satan

Written by: Braden Mitchell Watt, Carlos Homs, Daniel Domingo Carrillo, Edward Anderson, George Carroll, KIETH EDWARD ELAM, MAX HARDWOOD, Michael Lindsay, Myles Lockwood, PETER MINKARAH, Patrick Baril, Samuel Adams Wisner

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