Lyrics Back At It - Macca

Back At It

Yeah, return of the Mac
Back with the standards, back with the facts
Back with the fire, back with the gas
Back to my best, put the ends on my back
Best in the city, put it on wax
Talk of the town, dead your chat
You talk about people, I talk about racks
If you turn on me, no turning back
Work like a slave but I eat like a king
Never outgoing, always going in
Chasing my dreams, chasing the bag
He ain’t from the streets, don’t know about him
My outfit cost me an arm and a leg
Liver and a limb
Yeah, when you pour me a glass of Stone’s
Make sure that you fill it to the rim
Never had label money
Man ah got self-made money
Take that risk with the money
Scared money makes no money
Built this ting from the ground up
Now you wanna take shit from me?
You can have 100K on YouTube
It don’t mean shit if you ain’t made
What?
Ain’t made nuttin'
You man are backwards, straight up frontin'
Freestyle’s cheap, you ain’t saying nuttin'
Less talk, more action, do somethin'
Man ah got leverage in this ting
'Cah we came from nuttin'
Sleep is the cousin of death
Don’t wanna see that distant cousin
I don’t wanna hear your talk
I don’t wanna hear your chat
If you owe me somethin'
You better run that back
School of hard knocks
We come from a different class
I’ma show you man about levels
Right now, it’s return of the Mac
This year, gonna see my face on the-
Eff that, man already said that already
No joke ting like Kevin and Eddie
Slipping on me?
I’ma turn like Freddie
This one bangs like a shotty and a semi
Said he was a top boy but he ain’t ready
This one’s fucked, totally sketty
I told her ride that (shh), ride it steady
Back with the verses, back with the scriptures
Crop an MC if he don’t get the picture
This hits hard like the truth when it hits ya
Same old Mac, just a little richer
Shoutout J1, top tier whipper
We do better, we don’t do bitter
See my bro over there with the long coat?
This no joke ting, that’s my hitter
I’m sick, can’t medicate that
I’m a boss so I delegate that
Yo, that home pussy make you feel safe
No need to renovate that
Hit it from the back, I’ll penetrate that
Raising the bar, let me levitate that
Life is a test, let me educate that
You can’t box me in with that featherweight chat
MAC, back on course
Back with the focus somethin' like a Ford
Yo, I swear my life was a movie
True say I put my dreams on pause
I was eating off forex and crypto
True say I got lost in the sauce
Now I’m back in love with the music
You can’t eff with the energy and force
I don’t wanna hear your talk
I don’t wanna hear your chat
If you owe me somethin'
You better run that back
School of hard knocks
We come from a different class
I’ma show you man about levels
Right now, it’s return of the Mac