Yet Again

[Intro]
Yet Again, Front Lines

[Verse 1]
Uh
They shoot hate with the aimbot
Faking cuz you ain’t hot
I stay in a deranged spot
But old heads saying “Hey! Stop”
Irrelevant if you ain’t Pac or Biggie
For all who wit me
I thank you
No, really
Don’t need pity
I’m molding up to rank tops
Beat the beat the fuck up in this tank top
Comparing me to greats, watch
My rhymes gone sustain bops
That’s how I’m gone maintain lots of fans
Put a flame to the pan
Might get fame, might get canned
Take the risk in this land
Pay me or my grace stops
Need my 40 acres on the same plot
You whipped my great-grandmama’s grandmama
Generations ain’t stop
I’m in the station, tram hopped
The patience make you land crops
Shake the game for the green
You can call this one my shamrock
Finish strong
See the plan clocked
Gave the album my Hancock
Wait til the jams drop
Good business, no damn plots
Knew the team since sandbox
Trusting myself, range ain’t stop
I can arrange, rap, and jot
I don’t need the lamb stocked
My accord got plans, watch
Don’t play with the fam
Hot
Relying on myself thoughts
I got what no one else got yet again
Uh, yet again
Uh, yo, yo
Need no friends
Uh, yet again
Ayy

[Hook]
Yet again
I drop 40
They ignore me
More evident
You pen poorly
I’m waging
More evidence
Once I’m touring
Presence pouring
Jab at your ribs
You ain’t adoring
Show you the door
Yet again

[Verse 2]
All y’all grouped in
My lane anti-social
Got a scope full of loose ends
Don’t know where the truth blends
So stay away
You can’t suit this
Y’all niggas clueless
Just taking new risks
I’m riding all couped in
This been my new shit
All these plans too rooted
Metro Music
Can’t end up like we’re Ruthless
I can’t lose zen
But play wit ‘Mari and I’ll bring the troops in
For all who think it’s gravy
803 done made me
I’m always labeled crazy
Never felt like this place Hades
But finding love is flaky
Was always warned bout the family’s safety
Like since a baby
My core was always feeling shaky
“Son, your uncles are a little shady”
“Don’t call unless you greatly need it”
My trust depleted
I made friends for that reason
Too much history is secret
All this past that we ain’t teaching
Ten toes on this cement
I see the plant is still reaping
I ain’t choose this land but keep it
This ain’t Tahitian
Uh, ayy

[Hook]
Yet again
I drop 40
They ignore me
More evident
You pen poorly
I’m waging
More evidence
Once I’m touring
Presence pouring
Jab at your ribs
You ain’t adoring
Show you the door
Yet again

[Outro]
Uh, yet again
Uh, yo, yo
Need no friends
Uh, yet again
Ayy