Eddie Brock - In The Back Lyrics

If I could do it one way
I would do it like this
Exactly how it goes
Everytime the beat hit
Pullin up like boom bap
That's a drive by on yo bitch ass
Nobody hit it crisp like that
I body tracks n i write that
I'm like Gotti bitch
On my way to mike jack
My rhymes a hit
Afraid to face facts
Sunk yo ship
Ima just lay back
Take a hit
Got some og in a back
Takin pics I seen yo og in the back
Make it look like a scene roll yo chance
Trust a snake I caught you playin in the grass
Trust a fake and your house is made of glass

Fuck witchu thats yo chance thats in the past
Stuck witchu until you stabbed me in the back
Sadly I seen it comin
I just want you to get on track
Sadly I dont see it comin
Must be fate or some bull shit like that
Gladly I keep it runnin

So fuck that
I'm done g
Yo luck aint so lucky
I stay tucked
No rugby
More like I'm chucky
Its fuck me
It has been
Nothin new
Cause you a has been
I'm preaching now
No reverend
Been sinnin
It's what I do
Got my dogs wit me
scooby doo
No more stressing
Hooty hoo
I aint to friendly
Who is you
Walk on by
Moon walk through
Like I'm mike
I beat it too
Pass the mic
Feel it boom
I feel the room
So I'm vibin out
Watch it move
Like the line up now

Stop don't move
Like the camera out
If I was you
I'd be pickin up the pace
If I don't shoot
Losing every place
If they gone shoot
Block it in they face
If they do it tomorrow
Ima do it today
Squid game
Im Simon says
You the stake
Watch em race
I got the cake
Throw it in yah face
No plan
Big mistake
No fam
Takin space
Throw yo hands
If you relate
Built by hand
By the greats
Built to stand never break
Move like sand
Heavyweight
Fuck the dash
I do light speed
They not like me
Uh uh uh
No way
Tuck the stash
I know no thang
Run the map
I know those ways
Fuck the trust
It goes both ways
Never stuck
I know more ways
Fuck yah luck
You lose some
You win
In a rut
Help out yo friends
Never know when they gone n dead
Be like tomorrow and they soul just left
Show me some love and we gonna win
I showed you my love n you gone instead
They shoot you right down when you done your best
They laughin right now and I'm sick of it
Lookin like clowns so hideous
Look at you now insidious
It's Eddie Brock
Vigilant
I'm ready, stocked
Militant
Like ready rock
Killin em
A steady shot
Cripple em