Yeah

Said she for the streets
But I am the streets, so who are you for? (Damn)
Who's better for you than the boy?
If I gave you the world
Would you still want more, baby? (Yeah)
Heard you entertaining who? For what?
But you still want more from me
Double taps on the movie screen
This shit is like a movie scene (Yeah, baby, baby)
And the way I move is militant
I bulletproof the army green (Yeah)
Told any nigga ever try it
I turn a movie scene to a horror scene
Scared to give you the world
'cause you'll leave me like it's more to see
I'm never outside, they want more of me
I can never picture them ignorin' me
Immitation is not flatterin', it's annoyin' me
Can't be too hard to see

I'm back on my, back on my, back on my
I'm back on my, back on my bullshit again
I'm back on my bullshit again

That nigga you call twin would never twin
He was never matchin'
And the bitches you call friends were never friends
I cannot imagine
And the bitches you would vent to
about your man, they already had him
Some of them bitches you got in your close friends are like
"Even had him" (Yeah)
They all sweet then shit go sour after
Speakin' on my name, that shit like sour apples
They throw dirt up on my name, just to dig me after
After it all, you know the truth when it's said and done
They hate to see what I've become
I'm a star like the ceilings of the Wraith
I don't like to talk behind they backs
so I bring it to they face
Hustle it down like, "Number two, they get erased"
Rather see me catch a body or a case
They tryna trick me out of my position
Opposite sides is not opposition
All about the field, they just know my position
I bring shit together like a com but it's not competition
You should stop all the dissin'
You know I still love you, I just love you from a distance
Still own that shit you missin', oh babe

I'm back on my, back on my, back on my
I'm back on my, back on my bullshit again
I'm back on my bullshit again