Illmaculate - Back On It lyrics

[Refrain] I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later I been smokin' all day, homie, name your flavor Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny ‘cause I'm making paper [Verse 1:] sh**, I'm grinding, but I ain't a skater. Flyer than an aviator Wash my hands and dry 'em, spend a day of labor I ain't a baker, but tell 'em I want my cake in layers Catch me walking on water, but I ain't your savior I got that wet on me; call me T. Boone Pickens He drilled for water, when he find it that's what we do spittin' What I mean is what you need you get it Stuffing profit in they pocket; that's how we use rhythm Webroot system, ain't no stolen, got a renewed engine Unless you b**hes paying me Don't worry 'bout what we do pimpin' Needle dicks acting like some preschool children Got 'em fiendin', feed 'em Now they OD'ing off me like how the needle did 'em I don't ball, right? What you mean you trippin'? And what you call life, I call that thing you livin' Swear to God, once I started you can see you finished Power to California governor with T2's image Swear to God when Arnold was catching bodies on the screen 2Pac was dropping knowledge on the scene That's not Poetic Justice, but what is is him shooting two cops Should've bodied them, topple the machine! We on citizens watch For every unarmed civilian k**ed we taking two innocent cops Fight the rules of politicians that fight to rule. They won't listen till we snatch their kids from their private schools [Refrain] [Hook – x4] I'm off that bullsh** I'm off that bullsh** I'm off that bullsh** f** it, now I'm back on it [Verse 2] They tapped my celly, ditched the phones Gla** of Henny, sippin' slow f** 'em all! Clap a fed and dig a hole to fit his bones Napa valley vintage flow with Machiavelli principles You can't protect me from not having any, get your own! If I'm fronting to you bring it back, the give-and-go Stockton pa**, off the back, that's my kid Malone Ain't no middle man, we get it where this sh** is grown Swear we been here so long, we should visit home My connect gives it low, now I'm in my zone I'm like him, when I spit I'm taking limbs from clones More like Walt White, f** Walt Disney! Think it's all hype? I'll a**ault Mickey Stomp Minnie, run up on y'all kiddies Slip 'em all mickeys, feed 'em malt liquor, yeah, all Mickeys Told my mom I make enough to build a small city Promise before they take me out I'll take 'em all with me [Refrain] [Hook]