Get Back

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yo, Leechy Boi

[Verse 1]
Every morning that I'm waking up
I ask myself "why can't I be him?
Who was that, in the red and black
'nect a baseball bat to a man's head?"
See the skull through a broke face
Momma placed the blame with no haste
Now Lil Diller raise the crime rate
With a .97 run the tri-state
These people try to get me slowed down
Fuck your Xanax fetish, I'm a grown child
Spit the bars in garbage for' I go out
Then they figure it out, and I catch a cold smile
Big strap on a small waist
I ain't talking sex I'm talking long blades
Got a problem, come and say it to my face
Bring the reaper with you, he's a little late

[Hook]
Get back, get back
Fuck around, you get attacked
Evil memories coming back
I put in work, when's it back?
Get back, get back
I swing a bat to get back
He stole my shit, I got it back
I don't fuck around with no mask, nah

[Verse 2]
Won't beg a bitch, I got standards now
Yeah it's little Leechy Boi with a lot of clout
L Boogie busted if he's poppin out
Got a couple problems, probably work it out
Yeah the odds all got stacked against me
Youngin problems, I had fuckin plenty
Couldn't fuck with grams, all I had was twenty
And my Mom was shaking, and I'm fucking hungry
Want what I've got? Come and take it from me
I'd probably give it to you anyway
Nah, fuck that shit, that's the old me
And that mother fucker done and died today
Don't even dare to look my fuckin way
If you've got a problem, you can die today
I can catch a body in a hundred ways
Throw me in the cell, I won't rot away
I can never die to a man's hand
Still want to die, but I still can't
Got a lot of opps who want me in the coffin
Fuckin asking for it, and they still can't
Never die to a man's hand
Still want to die, but I still can't
Got a lot of opps who want me in the coffin
Fuckin asking for it, and they still can't

[Hook] (x2)
Get back, get back
Fuck around, you get attacked
Evil memories coming back
I put in work, when's it back?
Get back, get back
I swing a bat to get back
He stole my shit, I got it back
I don't fuck around with no mask, nah

[Verse 3]
I kick the fucking door in, then I run up in his house
I press the piece against his temple, "bitch, you better shut your mouth"
"I pull up on the trigger and a body's on the ground"
"And I won't catch a case because the body won't be found"
I whip him with the piece and tell him "here's my proposition:
I got way too many problems dealing with the opposition
And the noise that you've been making leaves you in a prime position
So I think I'll let go of your debt, if you make it your mission
To enforce the recognition of the power that's at play
Ain't no competition, nothing standing in our way
Agree to these condition's and you'll see another day"
You should've seen the look on the mother fucker's face
He was scared, oh, he was panting, he was begging, he was frantic
Because he just had a phantom run up in his house and jam him
What else can I say? I'm a bit melodramatic
Yet my acceptance's automatic, I'm just psychosomatic

[Hook] (x4)
Get back, get back
Fuck around, you get attacked
Evil memories coming back
I put in work, when's it back?
Get back, get back
I swing a bat to get back
He stole my shit, I got it back
I don't fuck around with no mask, nah