Back From The Dead

[Intro]
Yuh!
Yeah! (Yeah! Yeah!)
J-J-J-J-J Breezy
Breezy on the beat!
Yeah, (yeah, yeah…)
Back From the Dead
Yeah, (yeah, yeah…)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
Tryna write raps on my iPhone from all the raps in my head
Back from the dead
If you're sleeping on Steven
You needa go on and get back in your bed
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
I'm the definition of never listening
'Cause I never catch what you said
Back from the dead
Where I wanna be, tryna book a show with Three and get a stack full of bread
Bitch, I'm back from the dead

Ayyy, ayyy, ayyy, yuh!
Back from the dead
Ayyy, ayyy, ayyy, yuh!
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
Where I wanna be, tryna book a show with Three and get a stack full of bread
Yeah, I'm back from the dead
I'm the definition of never listenin' 'cause I never catch what you said
Yeahhh

[Verse 1]
Aye!
Weed and Seroquel put me up in outer space (space!)
Eatin' hella pills put me all over the place
I'm just tryna chill so you needa gimme me space
So I can roll a kil' up and blow it in your face
Go on 'head and put the bass on the mothafuckin' track
It's a mothafuckin' fact, I'm just looking for the pack
Itching from the Acc' so I don't know how to act
Too many Adderall make it hard to relax
Like my dawg, Jay Mack
I ain't on my medication
Last week, really, I was just a mental patient
Practicing deep breathing and meditation
Thank y'all for being patient and really waiting
I'm 'bout to give you your feature presentation
But I need a little bit more participation
Just so I can hit the strip club
Start a little bit of precipitation
You know you hatin'

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
Tryna write raps on my iPhone from all the raps in my head
Back from the dead
If you're sleeping on Steven
You needa go on and get back in your bed
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
I'm the definition of never listening
'Cause I never catch what you said
Back from the dead
Where I wanna be, tryna book a show with Three and get a stack full of bread
Bitch, I'm back from the dead

Ayyy, ayyy, ayyy…
Back from the dead
Ayyy, ayyy, ayyy…
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
Where I wanna be, tryna book a show with Three and get a stack full of bread
Yeah, I'm back from the dead
I'm the definition of never listenin' 'cause I never catch what you said
Yeahhh

[Verse 2]
So full of rage, so full of anger
I don't know my mama—everybody is a stranger
I'm keeping it real, I been keeping it gangsta
If you waited on me, I gots to say, "Thank ya!"
Real paranoid, keeping one in the chamber
Mothafuckas saying their life is in danger
Yeah
Really don't care
You oughta be scared or be unprepared like a ride at the fair
They know that I be coming through, up and down like a roller coaster
Pourin' lean up in the soda
I'm bi-polar
So this is happens when I get on the mic and I start rappin'
Y'all know me, this ain't no Michael Jackson
But I'm bad and I'm fallin' off the wagon
Y'all just draggin', fallin' behind
Breezy on the beat
And Fury is blind

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
Tryna write raps on my iPhone from all the raps in my head
Back from the dead
If you're sleeping on Steven
You needa go on and get back in your bed
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
I'm the definition of never listening
'Cause I never catch what you said
Back from the dead
Where I wanna be, tryna book a show with Three and get a stack full of bread
Bitch, I'm back from the dead

Ayyy, ayyy, ayyy…
Back from the dead
Ayyy, ayyy, ayyy…
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
Where I wanna be, tryna book a show with Three and get a stack full of bread
Yeah, I'm back from the dead
I'm the definition of never listenin' 'cause I never catch what you said
Yeahhh