t h e . c l i m b . b a c k

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Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?
 Which is more important?
 Getting or letting go?
 You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything)
 You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything)
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 Everything come back around full circle
 Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?
 Everybody gotta cry once in a while
 But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
 This is that come back to life shit
 My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up
 As if the sun had the night shift
 And paint the town red
 For my nigga found dead too soon (Bitch, I'm back out-)
 Yeah
 To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint
 Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint
 Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints
 And you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation points
 My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards
 Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls
 More death than World War II caused
 Around these parts, we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
 Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin'
 I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin'
 I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards
 I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it
 I'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sho' ain't got mo' dough than Cole
 Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe to toe
 We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at ya
 Bass masters, look how they tote a pole
 Gotta know the ropes and the protocol
 Or they gon' for sho blow your clothes half off like a promo code
 Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes", and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure
 Well, you know what Cole do, make a diamond, they just rhymin'
 Me, I'm quotin' gold
 One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe
 In this PC culture, address me as the G.O.A.T.
 Like they call Chief Keef Sosa, in my sectional like a fuckin' three piece sofa
 I'm known as the chosen one
 Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes
 When niggas weighin' coke and not the pros and cons
 Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines
 Everything come back around full circle
 Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful (Yeah)
 Everybody gotta cry once in a while
 But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
 This is that come back to life shit
 My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up
 As if the sun had the night shift
 And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
 Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah)
 Survival at all costs, everyday niggas get logged off
 Bodies get hauled off
 Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car, I thought
 At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost?
 Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost
 I brought him 'round close to me before but he
 Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet
 I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to me
 Like on the low, he feelin' like in my shoes is where he supposed to be
 I tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind, it felt
 Like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries
 My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency
 Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see"
 Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me
 Was screamin' that, some niggas you gotta leave 'em back
 Unfortunately we seen the trap
 Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly
 They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh
 Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin'
 I'm glad that you shinin' but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'?
 Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime they committin' it
 Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains they tryna climb
 I'm here tryna find the derivative
 You niggas don't feel me, you see the clout
 You don't see the real me
 If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me
 That's why I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God
 Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth
 A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me
 Everything come back around full circle
 Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?
 Everybody gotta cry once in a while
 But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
 This is that come back to life shit
 My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up
 As if the sun had the night shift
 And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
 Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah)
 Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga
 I'm back outside
 I'm back outside
 Bitch, I'm back outside
 Everybody mentions suicide prevention
 Man, they even made a hotline
 To call up when there's tension
 But I got a question
 What about a fuckin' homicide?
 Need a number for my niggas to call
 Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
 Need a number for my niggas to call
 Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
 

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Duration
05:04
Key
10
Tempo
81 BPM

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