Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back to the Bars , by - Dj Kay Slay. Release date: 07.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
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 |