Juvenile - I Can’t Go Back lyrics

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Juvenile - I Can’t Go Back lyrics

(Intro – Curren$y) Goddamn right Man this good here You think it’s happening right now? You think it’s happening right now? I’m wondering if we should even smoke this one Cause I don’t think my dawg can handle it I might just have to keep this mothaf**ka myself (Verse 1 – Curren$y) Slid through like bacon grease on my shoes Coupe brand new Old hoe sit chickenhead, bi**h caught the bird flu Holiday wreath on my New Year’s Wraith Ni**as can’t take, so they hate My dogs say One of them pu**y a** ni**as might reach one day So he wait, in case he gotta blow one of them ni**as away Damn, I’m just tryna stack my cake, man Why don’t you do the same? Talking down on the ones coming up, oh that’s so lame You should be ashamed, I’m saying Get up, get out, get it Don’t be mad when you see me with it Ask me how I did it, I’m a real ni**a, chop game with you All about them digital digits More cash than we could ever stash Burn it all down like some OG hash, yeah (Chorus – Curren$y) Plotting on another one Still counting up from the last heist Rainy day for sure to come When it do I bet I have my f**ing money right Plotting on another one Still counting up from the last heist Rainy day for sure to come When it do I bet I have my f**king money right (Verse 2 – Juvenile) I bet I get my money right, wrongdoing every night Walking through that dark tunnel, it’s my time to see the light And I don’t follow protocol, I don’t be acting like I might Wipe tears from my girl’s eyes for the last time Baby I’m about to blow up like a landmine They was hiding the plug from me, now we got the same lines Smoking binds from the hills of California Nothing like that garbage ni**as sell on every corner that you buy from When I finish stunting it’s your turn It’s about how much you earn That should be your number one concern, woadie And there really ain’t no guidelines You should be writing your own book Like me cause I don’t rock with these youngsters I got my own look Opinions’ just like a**holes…everybody got em And I hate when ni**as make their problems everybody’s problems Ni**a telling me like I’ma really care about his problems All I care about is how big is my share for tomorrow (Repeat Chorus)