RIGHT BACK

Verse1
Gon be the top in this game
Emtee remember this name
No i dont fuck with no gang
Oh no, this shit is lame
Trust me am tellin the truth
I might go play with you boo
The titties and the pussy too
I know that you got no clue
That i be reppin the booth
And dreaming of having coup
I got some work to do
Go, hard on the Path that i drew
Started to plan mylife
Im doin this shit with no fight
Am popping a model she holding a bottle She'll tell me to close all the light
She like it im grabbin her thighs
Dat bitch she suckin me dry
We Smoking a blunt we go high she’ll be taking a trip she'll be thinking she fly

Hook:
Bring dat shit right back
Swear i got da gucci bags
No i ain't smoking no fags
Smoking green i got da cash
The Foreign keep doin the dash Paparazzi with the flash
But haters keep talkin the trash
Im Givin some classes they won’t pass

Verse2
So would u rock with me
Pop this shit with me
Am goin overseas
Money all on me
Don't you sleep on emtee
Wait on me you haven't seen
Im poppin a bitch with a bean
But She won't get a ring
Im driving my vision is hazy
We Swervin we goin brazy
That bitch keep trynna amaze me
That bitch will not be ma baby
We smoking chillin we're lazy
Got ma brother MJ we go crazy
I swear i got his back
We killin this shit no one fuck with us lately
Goin so fast on this shit
Yea we keep rockin this shit
Not wasting ma time on a bitch
Im walking ma way to be rich swear i be getting the deal yeah no cap
Im killing the beat when i rap
Im working taking no naps
But life giving me slaps
I should stop kidding get back on the track
Im hating this shit when Depression attacks
I think i just can not get rid of my past
My life is moving it's pacing so fast
So did u get what i say
Im stressing not feeling okay and
Im praying my god everyday
Im not lying im losing my brain
My life is filled with some pain
Man i just cannot explain
Im ridin this life like a train
Im ready to live it all over again

Ayyy ayyyy
Emtee remember this name
Ayyyy ayyyy
Emtee remember this name

Hook:
Bring dat shit right back
Swear i got da gucci bags
No i ain't smoking no fags
Smoking green i got da cash
The Foreign keep doin the dash Paparazzi with the flash
But haters keep talkin the trash
Im Givin some classes they won't pass