Run Back

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Ayy, what you tell the big 'Goat? Uh

[Chorus]
Man, I heard this the style that they want back
Whooping ass on the track like I'm ready for combat
Niggas talk out the side, but ain't ready for comebacks
Any ho that I had in the past, they gon' run back (Why?)
'Cause they know that I'm running through dumb racks
I can't worry 'bout niggas, they broke with they bum ass (That nigga a bum)
Can't be thinking clearly with they dumb ass (Stupid)

[Verse]
Man, this nigga a goofy
Extended arms on my side like I'm Luffy
Ho think she sneaky, can't get caught with a groupie
I want the necky, I ain't come for no coochie
Said he wish me well, kinda something like Lucci
I was built for this shit, need them racks in my pockеts when I'm popping out in new Ksubis
I'm a demon on thе beats like I'm Yuki
I gave 'em chances, but I see that they blew it
If you talk 'bout numbers, then this shit really useless
I don't know nobody else that really could do it
If you in my path, then all I know is run through it
Straight out the '9 because I'm repping the city
These niggas hping that I'm showing them pity
Ain't finna catch you tryna settle for less when it's in my mindset that I gotta go get it
I'm talking 'bout bands, twenties and fifties
What the fuck is a friend when I'm stuck with them Benji's?
Kept my composure when niggas weren't with me
I seen how it was and that shit wasn't pretty
Can't trust nobody that be coming around me 'cause all they ever did was show up with envy
I'm watching every door a nigga walk out of 'cause ain't no telling who gon' bust through the entry
Now, for instance, let's say that I'm turning my back
But I know for a fact they can't cope with that
Wanna use me to get 'em a couple racks
Just to show a return, I won't get it back
I been tired of showing my love out to people that's flipping the script, they know how to act
They won't see what I see, must be cataracts
Keep a distance, I learned how to get attached
Velly been up on the game, playing tic for tac
Keep my name on the boards, I'm a baby Shaq
They say, "Velly be ripping up every track"
I'm a G.O.A.T. in the making, go check the stats
I'll be damned if they say I could fluke or bust, I'ma go number one like I'm in the draft
I been working for real, nigga, see the craft
Play with somebody else, this ain't none of that (Nah, for real, yeah, ayy, what you tell the big 'Goat? Uh)

[Chorus]
Man, I heard this the style that they want back
Whooping ass on the track like I'm ready for combat
Niggas talk out the side, but ain't ready for comebacks
Any ho that I had in the past, they gon' run back (Why?)
'Cause they know that I'm running through dumb racks
I can't worry 'bout niggas, they broke with they bum ass (That nigga a bum)
Can't be thinking clearly with they dumb ass (Stupid)