Back on my shit, Back on my shit
Slap a nigga silly
Back on my shit, Back on my shit
Slap a nigga silly and robbing motherfuckers when I catch em in my city
Maurice is the nigga you used to run from
Maurice is the nigga you used to run from
Maurice is the nigga you used to run from
Now I hear you dumb dumbs out here toking my shit
Like you talk with a lisp
It don't sound right coming off of your lips
Cause my nigga you a bitch
Heard you got a little gun now
And you got a small circle that you run now
Well let me give your tough ass here the run down
I will spill your brains until this motherfucker????
Cause you a bitch and you always will be
You posers kill me
Talking that gangsta shit
And You ain't never got real in your life
Ain't never made the blood spill in your life
You got a couple shaky stories only you can back up
Hit the hood homes and see the record I racked up
Maurcio Rivera, no middle initial, ch-check the sheriffs website I had issues
Black heart homes, no tears, no tissues
I wouldn't give a fuck who, out there miss you
This song here ain't designed to diss you
It's a warning shot, to get back in your place
Before I get back on my shit, Slap a nigga silly
And robbin motherfuckers when I catch em in my city
Cause I don't give a fuck about the pen
And I could care less about death that don't stop my breathe
I breathe through the city lights
My soul permeate the air of the city nights
I'm a god, and you a façade telling fake shit to the people
Talking out yo ass like you my motherfucking equal
And that's gone get you killed, Yes my nigga it is that real
So unless you can swallow that deal
You bet I'll have your ass right back on that Hollywood shit you bitch
Bet I'll have your ass right back on that Hollywood shit you bitch
Bet I'll have your ass right back on that Hollywood shit you bitch