I'm coming back
Hey yeah, I'm comin'
I'm coming back
Hey yeah, I'm comin'
It's a cold world baby, but I'm a cold n***a
Frostbite tryna take a chew of how I slither
My presence give 'em chills, like an Antarctica winter
And I'm banging Inglewood till I'm getting caught with a splinter
I'm having artists for dinner
So many fall apart when I spark it's hard to remember
It's always hard remembering pain is part of the riddle
Somewhere between my art and the dark, I'm parked in the middle
I knew my part since was little
I knew my heart was official
I knew that in my heart that boy was part of a bigger plan
I know my momma not coming up short of rent again
Cause I put this rap sh** down and go and sin again
f** all the daps and pounds I'm on my sh** again
All that bad mouthing just running up my adrenaline
And yeah, it's safe to say we made a way
From getting slouched on
And Doms'll be that n***a from now on, you dig me?
[Hook - Mac Miller:]
Nothing to do, sell smoke and drive
Money in your pocket, million on your mind
And someone had to drink, someone had to drug
Someone had to have b**hes on the line, that's what it was
And I don't regret a single night I came home f**ed up
Feel sorry for a single time I made hoes cry
Money was a thing I didn't make too much of
Tell me "Hurry up", Imma take my time
I feel like I'm designed for this
I don't know how all my timing is
But I know I want that time again
To give this all I got
All my clouds got silver linings
Amazing how I keep my peace alive through all this violence
It's a war outside my window, it's like all I hear is sirens
But it's something 'bout the melody, I'm drifting into science
I was born hateful, looking at this world ugly
Way at the bottom, got me questioning if God love me
You know my steez dog, real n***as ride gully
Lost a couple soldiers, got me smokey with my eyes runny
My heart cold like I said in the first verse
And I'm tryna eat you n***as, I am desert first
And somewhere between the hoes and money, I got hurt
The worst, I swear to God this life a gift and a curse
My path was chosen way before I existed, the misfit
The voices in my head never tell me wrong so I listen
Either make a way or collision
I ain't here to play n***a, I'm on a mission
[Hook - Mac Miller:]
Nothing to do, sell smoke and drive
Money in your pocket, million on your mind
And someone had to drink, someone had to drug
Someone had to have b**hes on the line, that's what it was
And I don't regret a single night I came home f**ed up
Feel sorry for a single time I made hoes cry
Money was a thing I didn't make too much of
Tell me "Hurry up", Imma take my time
La-la-la-la