Lyrics I’m Back - Slim Thug

I’m Back

A born boss got nuthin to lose, still shinin in the game got nuthin to prove
Got rich independent didn’t need no deal
Had paper before I signed, didn’t need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, I ain’t got to rap
And if all else fails I still got tha trap
I don’t fuck with u rappers ya’ll fake to me
I don’t fuck with u niggas ya’ll snakes to me
I don’t care bout fame fuck bein a star
Let dem take all the pictures just gimme his car
Then gimme his house, and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go I’m a writin rap hustla
I’m too blessed to complain bout that
So where I gotta sign, take ya pictures
Cause Bitch I’m Back!
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gatha my
thoughts (let's get high), Mo' money mo' problems they say that’s how it is
when ya live like a boss (like a boss), ya see I been on my grind fo some time
and tha streets thought a nigga fell off (hell nah nigga), but if I decide not
to rhyme no more rhymes, I’m a still be well off
Cause Bitch I’m Back!
They say tha truth will hit so fuck it
I’m a go an keep 100 fo tha public
I dropped already platinum, but it only sold gold
And niggas lookin at me like I sold my soul
Cause I’m rappin with D and not mista Lee
But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can’t see
Before mike came and paul was signed
I was at interscope tryin to find ma mind
Still Tippin wasn’t toppin, 3 kings just dropped
And I’m a underground artist tryin to get on top
So I listened to my label, playin tha?
And learned a whole lotta game from that
Just stay true my nigga and do u
And fuck what another tryin to tell u to do
Continue to spit facts u can bump in them lacs
And o yeah this a dre track
Bitch I’m Back!
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gatha my
thoughts (let's get high), Mo' money mo' problems they say that’s how it is
when ya live like a boss (like a boss), ya see I been on my grind fo some time
and tha streets thought a nigga fell off (hell nah nigga), but if I decide not
to rhyme no more rhymes, I’m a still be well off
Cause Bitch I’m Back!