Acne

[Intro]
There's too many people in that lane
I’ma go ahead and hit these back streets
(CashMoneyAP)

[Chorus]
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

[Verse 1]
My flow cold like anemic doctors, locked in the Arctic
Archive off Antarctica, boxed in the freezing lockers
Hoodie on likе Assassin's Creed, hard hat with the Bible on me
Hеaded to the west like Johnny Appleseed
Boy, I'm in this world like Tychicus, ock it down from east to west
Keep it super fresh like I’m Easter dress
Down and I'm back, now that I'm back
How can I back down to my whack challenges?
Just the sound of that makes me want to drop to the ground and laugh now
How can that leave legacy that we really gotta lock like Alcatraz
I'm on the gritty getting busy, finna bounce the tracks
Don't nobody know what to do when I'm about to snap
'Cause I'm gifted with this witness, we did it again
Dismiss dimwits real quick, we winning again
Ain’t no hide-and-seek, man, y’all know where to find me
I be with mosquitoes in that blood like YG
Mouthies pop like handguns, better knock it off like dandruff
Shake a hater up like and one, boy, you better back up and some

[Chorus]
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

[Verse 2]
Yeah, when I spit, might start a mosh pit, hype
Start marching, stomping
Enemies I hit em with the doctrine, I been known to get it poppin'
Anybody talking about what they wanna, get up in the studio
I kick it stone cold like Austin
I’ma yell three sixteen, kick three sixteens
Make 'em feel it in they bones like cartilage
Nickname Spartacus, big things poppin' and
Little things stopping and real saints hopping in
Switchblade chopping it, sixth grade audience
Press Play rocking it, yes, they rocking it
King James rocking it, thieves ain't robbing us
Reframe off of this, please stay off of this
We stay confident, we pay homage and
We take all of it, we pray, gotta get
All the credit for the things we do
The team is on a mission, boy, we comin’ for your crew
I got 'em in the lineup like your boy was selling soup
I'm all about that business like I can't get round the soot
In a suit, in a suit
Ayy, and we working, yeah
Picture perfect, facts are clean I'm like detergent, yeah
Please don't hurt 'em, yeah
Please don't hurt 'em, yeah
Every time a step up on the instrumental
Gotta represent it 'til they learn it, learn it, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne
Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi
Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne