Domo Genesis - Coming Back lyrics

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