Feel's good to be back on a track No mask when I snap like this I've been comin' for the bag when I rap like this Went pop, now my money do backflips But they must've forgot, they must've forgot That I rap, now I'm callin' them Seabass Everything I drop been heat, I'ma bring that Too much green but I don't really need that One of the greats, you know I'ma be that
I'm finally back for my revenge And I won't stop until the grave I won't stop until they shoutin' out my name I won't stop until I end up in the Wraith They doubted me, but now I'm back for my revenge
I switched to singing, came back to the rap It's pathetic, the state of the game Three years ago, swear they all wanted greatness They traded that all for a chain Ego and pride and greed, the only humanity left that remains Now there's no loyalty Even the best of us switchin' up to get a gain Like, like, like, what happened? I tried to be nice, have compassion But they rap for a check, like no passion Everything that they droppin' so average They wearin' them drugs like high fashion Now they all too high like my taxes I was gone for a minute but I'm back with the sequel The fans like, "Josh A, please just snap on it Can you rap on it? Bring the heat, put the gas on it Please spazz on it like 2019" My flow so gross, gotta put it back on it They been countin' me out but I don't really care What I'm seein' in this game just don't matter I already won I don't really care about climbin' that ladder I'll never be done
I'm finally back for my revenge and I won't stop until the grave I won't stop until they shoutin' out my name I won't stop until I end up in the Wraith Hold up, hold up, hold up, cut the track (Yeah)
How many times do I gotta repeat it? Y'all messed up big-time sleepin' on me now Really gotta kill 'em all, didn't wanna get involved I've been undefeated, they prayin' I fall Everybody talk, ain't nobody walk I'ma drop everything I got, had to let 'em know That Josh 'boutta be on top, everybody chopped From the pop to the rappin', the flow, ain't no stop, like Fifteen minutes turned fifteen seconds Seein' 'em up but I don't feel threatened Give it a month, everybody forget them They came and went before I even drop my next album Josh been that boy but they still doubt him I channel that noise to a new outcome Just had to deploy, so just round 'em They lined up to shoot