Nice 2 Be Back

Hello, in a muscle car murdered out

With a purple ounce, that motherfucker that you heard about

Spread around the internet because of word of mouth

Cannonballed off the deep end and swam further out

Tryna stack absurd amounts with a purdy spouse

Put one in the air like Super Smash pulling Kirby out

Jury’s out? Fuck it, I don’t care I’ma vent

And get fucking intense like Native American sex

Fuck the money, when I started I was there for respect

That’s why I’m still in Connecticut where my chariot rest

I’m on the edge, do y’all dare me to step?

Will y’all just find another rapper to rep and even care if I left?

Watched too many people run with my formula and get famous

Now all of em fucking famous and boy I’m just fucking waiting

Put my life up on the line for the glory that I’ve been chasing

Recording down in my basement, money poor but I was patient

Now I’m hustling and moving up, kid’s super tough

I ain’t popping? I tell em soon enough

I kept my circle tight, it never loosened up

And cut the snakes out like Medusa up at Super Cuts

It’s my job to get up on mics and say wild shit

Never once did I suggest that you should try it

Shut your trap, I’ma need a little silence

Let me do my job, is that alright bitch?

Hello, it’s so good to see you, it’s so nice to be back

Gather up ladies and gentlemen, just vibe to the track

Grab a seat, dim the lights while I’m reciting this rap

Best in the burbs, let's remind 'em why my title is that

It’s good to see you, it’s so nice to be back!

I remember being lost and hopeless in my parent’s attic

Feeling claustrophobic, but I never lost my focus

I’m back, hurting from a mix of mild scoliosis

And the weight of carrying the fucking state up on my shoulders

I’m on a marathon ahead of you, dude

They sucking wind, turning bluer than a jeopardy clue

The jealous ones developing resentment for the crew

Without knowing what I’ve been through

So come and step in these shoes

So what I didn’t sell crack and had a stabler home life?

Middle class white, they been hating my whole life

But they saw me grow up just like Raven Symone, right?

Scrawny little punk, to the Razor Ramon type

Independent and continually making fans

Turned down a lot of deals, and chose to make a stand

Fuck selling out, homie that ain’t the plan

Why push the envelope? I’m tackling the mail man

So here I am as I’m rambling, pants sagging

And ransacking the game, no receipt for the transaction

And they hopping right on to the band wagon

With this puff the magic dragon stuffed into a gram bag and

Attacking these beats thoroughly, in my prime currently

Only way to get me to shut my mouth is to murder me

Sure to be a legend, impressing with every story told

Go balls to the wall like I’m fucking y’all through a glory hole

My destiny is still an open book, just haven’t had my moment

I’m still underrated and overlooked

But fuck it yo I feel terrific

We’ve already made it further than anybody predicted

Tapes on tapes with a handful of crazy tours

Led here, this the moment we been waiting for

To my fans, I’m extending my gratitude

Chemically Imbalanced, enjoy the fucking album dude