Came Right Back

Pick up the phone, and I'ma slide I never wanna be that guy You still talk about me a lot I ain't never home, I like to ride Used to have to stand outside Now you hate the fact that I'm hot And you say you don't miss me, then you miss me Miss me with all that Tried to cut my baby loose and she came right back You say that you miss me, then you miss me Miss me with all of that Tried to cut my baby loose and she came right back I was selling out shows Fuckin' hella, I been on a roll 'Bout to cop a Rover for the snow Niggas wanna come 'round, niggas better know (Damn) Stressed out What's even worse is this is how I get my checks now We all guilty, I know niggas who ain't getting out Why do I feel cursed if I'm so blessed now? (Why?) And you say you don't miss me, then you miss me Miss me with all that Tried to cut my baby loose and she came right back You say that you miss me, then you miss me Miss me with all of that Tried to cut my baby loose and she came right back I know you lying like shit Like, who the fuck would wanna be these niggas I sent that video and she said thank you Like real live like, we wanted you, you feel me Like, we tryna see If I book that shit, it's a wrap I think I did, though Part of me feel bad for these niggas, honestly But like, fuck it for real Right now it feels like everything's fallin', right It's fallin' right into place Everything we got now, we gettin' It's like coming to fruition Bro, it's crazy, 'cause it's like, the way niggas is movin' now It's like we makin' moves, and it's like, we already plottin' And lookin' past this shit, that we already You feel me, like, man, that's the way it gotta be They gone be sick to see where niggas at in like two years Five years, ten years And this only the beginning, too For real, like These niggas still like three, four steps behind and shit Yeah, like They still on the same shit we was on like, five years ago and shit Yeah, like I would hate to be these niggas, bro, like Like, you got no clue Just imagine being like, a nigga that's not me, like Makes me wanna throw up That shit sound fucked up, but it's like Nigga, I do not want to be you For real --- Came Right Back - Brent Faiyaz