Back on my feet

[Hook: Omega Sin](x2)
I’m back on my feet
I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed
I get that shit back in a week
We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet
Then we bringing the heat
My partner go home with that one eye
Had no-one down
Bouta get back on my feet
I’m back on my feet
I’m back on my feet

[Verse 1: K-Fix]
Talked on the concrete (mane)
Got a knife on me like I’m Dundee selling dumb B
Tryna make a stretch like I’m here for ya for one piece
Hear the trap and hopefully I make it back in one piece
Take another puff from the blunt now I’m comfy (yeah)
Burners to the trunch tryna compete
Want the roll up with the pump in the front seat
That a hum beat
Going ham nigga lunch meat
Straight from the bottom so they struck and they new to me
Selling customers that huff before a nigga hit puberty
Usually getting a trailer cause they be thugging as you can see
Man I’ve been a protest so it’s prolly none to get euphemist sipping lean
Screw face you were talking with two of me
And I maneuver like the hoodsta
I’m just send a bruh to the streets
Run a school of hard nuts criminals tooling me
Now I cock by running my heater all of would cool me
I’m just another nigga with ambitions of masses
That gon’ sell it done my flip but just to tickle my fans
And whipping it prolly with the ambulance
Still on that bad bit keeping it real
If someone cock it up they shoot with the pan jig
And I guarantee nobody finna take a penny from me
Cause I’m thugging and I’m strapped to the T
And if I get desperate
I stretch out a couple of suckas
We gas em I’m back on my feet

[Hook: Omega Sin](x2)
I’m back on my feet
I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed
I get that shit back in a week
We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet
Then we bringing the heat
My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down
Bouta get back on my feet
I’m back on my feet
I’m back on my feet

[Verse 2: Omega Sin]
I talked with other people
And they never put a buckle on my house and man
They saying David don’t forget to be shit
Living in the struggle tried to be a part of double
Anytime we see Colombo man we gotta play some defence
Hit em with the bronco they blank when it’s hard
Till they drop it in the pod I’ma hit em with the remix
Time to get a nine man
I got what you want now get shot pop, pop gotta fire like the phoenix
Prolly make a mother I’ma whip it into Pyrex
Got no scale like I weighing with the nine tails
Run up off the block I guarantee that limo lifeless
Got it off for slugging it on I feel like the Isis
Hit em with the burden with they aching out they eye shift
Silence we can get sicker than the virus
Tyrant fly more heads than a pilot
Fight like Mike Tyson but I guess I have hepatitis
Money any time fuck ya hand on the watch
And I get no sleep sticking gaup to my crotch
I need to get my hands on a kilo of rocks
So I can get back to the fiends on the block
Cops tried to raid my house like my Mary in a box
Man it ain’t no wonder why I’m carrying the Glock
Tell em why ya should suck my dick it’d be the cherry on the top
Every day I pray to god that I never get caught

[Hook: Omega Sin](x2)
I’m back on my feet
I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed
I get that shit back in a week
We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet
Then we bringing the heat
My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down
Bouta get back on my feet
I’m back on my feet
I’m back on my feet

[Verse 3: Minus]
Here I go I’m hopeless tricks, tricks in my sleeve man it’s hocus pocus
You ain't gotta tell em that the dopest
Wrote this wrote by dope
I smoke hella dope to cope with
The fact that I’m broke but I hold my focus
You ain’t fucking with the god (?)
Peter Parson I’m taught like Jehovah notice
I ain’t care for shit but ya boy been scoping
Rip them open sick of rollers
Sick of weed tryna split a fucking ibuprofen
Between a migraine and an IV
Open in my veins I’m feeling kinda violent spoken
Like a sane maniac that’s an oxymoron
I’m for sure one
You don’t wanna test in the icy long run
And I suggest you just invest whatever’s left in a box of corpse one
Start the four run
Long time coming from the bottom of the bottle
Pray to (?) that I made my way made my pay
Pay do’s in the same two 8-0-8’s
God I’m banging out the beasts like a ok
Wanna talk that shit I can run that fade on that ass real quick
Quick comeback bang, bang put it on my motherfucking life on pay

[Hook: Omega Sin](x2)
I’m back on my feet
I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed
I get that shit back in a week
We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet
Then we bringing the heat
My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down
Bouta get back on my feet
I’m back on my feet
I’m back on my feet