Back To The Sun

Ain't anyone fucking with the mufucking God [?]
Know what I'm saying?
Lexicon legend, hahaha

Niggas hate and niggas love
Niggas hate and niggas love
Niggas hate and niggas love

Fuck with me
Mh, yeah, packing my bag, nigga
Tell them niggas who so called pass, I'm on that ass, nigga
Rare bitches in Raf Simons, my pack lit up
Loud in me, I'm flying high as Bilal singing
Boy, back in my groove, younging
Hundred-thousand for jewels, but it's cool, I let my glues cover
And the hoes love it, but I got a good woman
And I never post it cause all them vultures will probably hover
What up? Thugging, addressing the mass public
Attitude is fuck it, I'm living what they covet, so run it
Younging, troubled, beginning was humble
Niggas flexing for that Gram, but they still live with their Mothers
They suckers, they lying, they liars, V's on my tire
It's two things I never mind is their opinion and stylists
I'm riding, I'm sorry Folarin gotta be so defiant
See you Chiciate, Chico, leave your people to violet
Violent, quiet, I'm young, stacking my fund
And the back of the backing, I got my back to the sun
Got my eye on this young chick who be acting and such
Never act up in public and really ratchet and clueless
I'm quite distinguished, and rarely do I mingle
And I really do my thing out here, really I just [?]
Eyes is on the prize, moon is in the sky
I used to sit up at night like I knowing this isn't right, like God!