Add-2 — BRB

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Say when you comin’ back?
I dunno
Chillin’ by my uncle’s side sittin’ in his ride
Reminiscin’ on my innocence, a nigga like nine
Livin’ in the city where the skinny niggas die
Livin’ in the Chi, hell, plenty niggas die

Rollin’ through the projects, walkin’ in the complex
What a concept, somethin’ simple could be complex
So you better watch like a Timex cause
Niggas clear the room ain’t a bomb threat
Niggas starin’ at me now the low ends start to riot
Why’s that?
Uncle upstairs getting’ high
Shhh, don’t tell nobody

Feelin’ paranoid I’m jumpin’ every time I hear the voices
Of a couple boys I’m lookin’ for the keys
Now I remember that he told me if I ever need a pistol
That the heat fully loaded sittin’ underneath the seat, but

Tell me where you at, at, at, at?
When you comin’ back, back?
Tell me where you at, at, at, at? (I dunno, I dunno)
When you comin’ back, back, back, back, back, back, back?

Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back

Right about my wrong ways, hope I’m late to an early grave
Had to learn to hop fences, ‘case we gotta hop the pearly gate
See the rain that we came through, see the changes would change you
Say the devil is a lie, but even Satan was an angel
It’s how our mama see us, but if mama seen us
Probly go into shock, she probly won’t believe it

That her son is a follower, thought she had a leader
We drinkin’ liters of liquor until our liver leave us
Skippin’ courses, niggas cut class, now we chillin’ on the porches
Off the hook like a cordless, courtin’ all these hoes
all these girls an abortion, it’s fucked up
Might turn all this heaven from a hell, never see how far you fell

Til the shit catch up now you niggas messed up
And you talkin’ to your homie in a jail like
Nigga where you at, at, at, at?
When you comin’ back, back?
Tell me where you at, at, at, at? (I dunno, I dunno)

When you comin’ back, back, back, back, back, back, back?
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Run away nigga, run away, leave while you can
Understand the longer you stand here the more your feet sink in the sand

Man it’s this state of mind and this state of mine
Is so plagued with crime, they traced the line on this face of mine
What they designed is no faith to find, some chase the sign
My god got me sayin’ en garde to all these
Devils tryna haunt me, dearly depart me
But they can’t, I paint art, partly Bob Ross meets

Marcus Garvey, I ain’t a saint, so great
They made a man a monster, there ain’t a cage in it
You can bet the house nigga, ain’t a slave in it
I don’t fear fire cause a nigga bathed in it
I ain’t fear hell nigga, I was raised in it
It be like that, yea it be like that

I got on a plane and said I’ll be right back
Try to leave the city where the troubles is at
I know that like the blind man, I know the colour of black
Tell me where you at, at, at, at?
When you comin’ back, back?
Tell me where you at, at, at, at? (I dunno, I dunno)

When you comin’ back, back, back, back, back, back, back?
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back