Cy Fyre - Back On The Wall lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones] Yeah... I know I-I was saying the same thing, you know sh** is different A lot of false prophecies, different philosophies n***a's talking 'bout art on the wall We just tryna get money And who got the best price [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Tryna move that pack of loud We don't know no basquiat Graffiti was Pica**o They say you're greedy if you got dough If you're poor, well you're just poor Make sure that the bricks raw Bag a whole brick with a sip straw Watch the law or get picked off Two who*es, thirty sixth floor 2 door but it fit four A good night, it could turn bad Good life but it burn fast Lost friends and the game folds More money, more problems what the saying go Hustle all week in the same clothes Funny now, n***a why cause I make clothes Every night is another chapter I ain't writing letters to no other rappers I ain't bowin' down to no false gods Big four pound better call god Two pounds and it's all hard Few pounds in the goyard You ain't catching, will you catch it later? Ya b**h text, Imma text later My n***a Chris say preach to 'em Now I'm thinking what Sheek Doin' If sh** were different he'd be back with me And I ain't different, got the gat with me [Hook: Charlie Rock (w. Jim Jones)] Sa-ding, they don't make a man like me, they don't make a man like me no more Made a few change for a body, now I see around, n***a's don't love me no more (wh-where's the love?) But it ain't nothin' to a g, I swear I feel I got my back on the wall (Oh y'all gon do that?) But it ain't nothin' to a g, I swear I feel I got my back on the wall, Wall (You gon put my back against the wall? You want me to come out swinging huh?) But it ain't nothin' to a g, I swear I feel I got my back on the wall, wall (hah, my young boys wanna come out shootin') [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Roses in my garden Roses in my driveway They ain't given pardons... if I would've got pulled over on the highway Bow your head, saving our fathers Bring me back, like the godfather God body in a wide body My n***a Rock came back from a live body What's the knowledge is today's math Make tomorrow of the day pa** Ramadan don't break fast This is church like late ma** Hoes train us to make cash Bad b**h, she was training to shake a** Know some good n***a's... but they all creeps Get caught up in the hood n***a, it's hard to come back when you fall deep They coming back like four deep One car all black with four heats Vamp life, whatchu call sleep? Camera phone we can call freaks B-boys on south beach... new toys, no drops, without heat Pray for the lost souls [Hook: Charlie Rock] Sa-ding, they don't make a man like me, they don't make a man like me no more Made a few change for a body, now I see around, n***a's don't love me no more But it ain't nothin' to a g, I swear I feel I got my back on the wall But it ain't nothin' to a g, I swear I feel I got my back on the wall, wall