Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back to the Bars, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Album song Hip Hop Frontline, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, StreetSweepers
Song language: English
Back to the Bars |
When a little time go by, they forget what you’ve done for them |
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah) |
Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em |
He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha) |
Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em |
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em |
Niggas ain’t cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup) |
They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah) |
Can’t tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup) |
That’s why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man) |
I’m from 30 Lenox (Mm) |
Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm) |
We can’t go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm) |
'Cause I’m the man with the power |
I’m really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit’ll hurt the witness (Yeah) |
This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em) |
They ain’t comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn) |
Kay Slay, this shit ain’t for play, play |
Let 'em know we spray K’s and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh) |
They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets |
Kanye gon' be the next president, y’all watch it (Yup) |
'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I’ll crop it (Ha) |
Gotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em) |
Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em) |
Remember them corner store mornings? |
Hot chocolate (Tell 'em) |
Fiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em) |
Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in |
There’s a lot of abomination |
They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes) |
Yet we still payin' for O.J. |
violation |
Police kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh) |
I can’t breathe, answer, man, please |
Y’all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze |
Remember me not standin', be on my damn knees? |
(I know) |
Remember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? |
(Huh?) |
I’m the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right) |
I’m the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh) |
Y’all know I inspire and motivate |
Niggas say Mys' ain’t fire, you know it’s hate, I don’t debate (Nah) |
Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh) |
I feed my team before I eat (Real nigga) |
Before I breach security, I die with my purity |
Nowadays I take my time, it’s maturity |
Grown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh) |
I use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah) |
I do mutual respect, no fan shit |
Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit |
Fam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh) |
You engaged in war with a giant |
You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord the only thing that’s gon' save |
you from dyin' |
Shooter’s anonymous, uh |
I tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?) |
In case a nine’ll miss (Woo) |
Problem is Fred dominant |
Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?) |
I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot |
Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop |
Birds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo |
Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha) |
Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha) |
Been sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go |
On the base like McGwire |
Thirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir |
Or whatever they say the Reverend requires |
I level with spies, I remember the buys |
Still kill at will, never was tired |
Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I’m fly |
Gordo |
Slave mentality |
Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically |
Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps |
They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah) |
So why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that’s feedin' off black emotion to |
send us back in commotion? |
It’s really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin' |
We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin' |
Your cerebellum is antebellum you can’t repel 'em |
What’s dwellin' inside of a man’s soul? |
it’s the cancer swellin' |
He’s tellin' these lies and we’re so annoyed (Sick) |
How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? |
(Opioid) |
How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written? |
I don’t blame him so much but the people that’s close with him (Yeah) |
These industry niggas is so smitten but I say what I want, when I want, |
no permission |
People confused between gettin' views and the fiction news |
But it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em |
The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room |
And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it’s cocoon |
Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction |
Government makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected |
Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it’s all connected |
Niggas be talkin' about how they won’t change but we all accept it |
I learned that it’s a new evil, look how they do people |
If you wearin' blue then it’s cool, whoever you shoot legal |
We all high off stupid, social media the new needle |
We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers |
We need to invest back in our self but that ain’t what school teach us |
Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin' |
Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin' |
Hopin' I’m givin' you somethin' to think about, don’t be confused |
I’m so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools |
My residential level is heavenly |
The bed I use, is made out a cloud formation, I’m never pressin' snooze |
I’m woke, ya’ll mentally broke |
That little set of jewels, it won’t be shinin' when ya lights go out |
I’m talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out |
I’m gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house |
You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out |
I’m Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth |
Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch |
The nine’s 'bout fired out so many times I lose count |
I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse |
No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the beak of that eagle had iron |
flyin' 'til you migrated south |
Shit, I don’t pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky |
(What that mean?) |
Mean I knock whoever violated out |
I love hip-hop but hate what it’s turnin' into |
Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through |
I take that personal, too |
So every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you |