Lookin Back (Feat. Mez)

Chip on my back
Chippin ya toof
Chip on my shoulder
Chippin these niggas
Flippin the script
Flip of the coin
A flip give heads or tail
Man listen
Don’t get caught up
When ya really oughta
Analyze all the statistics
4 to 1
Get ya some
Emotions got no place to fit in
What they call a man
That’s in his feelings
Can’t be a cryin like a…
Can’t cryin over bitches
Can’t be cryin over bidness
Eventho it’s personal nigga
Pressure to play the facade
Guess I’ll takin it out on my liver
You know the breaking point
Of most men
They Baby mothers
You choose the wrong adventure
They end up fuckin some other
Now I’m takin shots in my kitchen
Maybe 2, 3, 4
Call up a hoe
Make my ego grow
Fee, Fi, Fo
Big stepping
Some choices made
Catch the fade
Of all the repercussions
Guess karma is on the way
As long as I spent
Most of the hours of the day
Lettin everybody know that Mr. Koffi’s not for play
They tried to front on me
Would ya look at that
It was for the best
Lookin back, Lookin back
Lookin back, Lookin back
Now I stay flossing
Would ya look at that
Gave too many fucks
Took em back, took em back
Took em back, took em back
Goin clean used to be a dream
Lighting up the block
Like I’m Billie Jean
Body warm
but my heart anemic
Cash machine
With the blue and green
Pick of the litter
pickin my liver - up
while I’m pickin the path
no glitter
Fool’s Gold
Fool’s road
jaded
I might rob her new nigga
Rob a kracka
Saltine
Feelin salty
Like it’s them
And never me
Feel like the world be owing me
But
everything in moderation
usually humble
Usually subtle
Usually bubble on the low
Usually pick the path to grow
On my Post nut clarity
Health insurance
But the studio my therapy
Pressure, pain
Make the Diamond for the world
Guess it’s charity
Options A, B, C, D
People choose ya flaws to C
But I choose option B alright
And Be cool
no pussy worth my sanity
no pussy worth my family
Can’t reverse the damages
Only reverse gravity
Fly up
History is written by the winners
Get yo thesis up
I can telluride dick
Word to yo muthafuckin Kia truck
Skirting in the carpool with my ego
He got the heata tucked
These muthafuckas
Really tried to stunt, front on me
Said I was gonna be shit
And now I’m thee shit
All ownership no lease bitch
They tried to front on me
Would ya look at that
It was for the best
Lookin back, Lookin back
Lookin back, Lookin back
Now I stay flossing
Would ya look at that
Gave too many fucks
Took em back, took em back
Took em back, took em back
Goin clean used to be a dream
Lighting up the block
Like I’m Billie Jean
Body warm
but my heart anemic
Cash machine
With the blue and green