The Comeback
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Somebody tell Shane Eagle that i’m sorry for sampling his beat
I gotta do what I gotta do
Mic Check! Mic Check
Yeah

[verse 1]
The Rap Game just ain't feelin' the same, (not at all)
Put the blame on these auto tune niggas that sing
They be sounding the same
And then just claim it's the wave (yeah, yeah)
When it really be you niggas adding pain to the game
Fuck it!
Maybe it's everybody
Bullet hole in everybody
Pop you like a fizzy coke! Coming after everybody
Or maybe it's these OG's
Twitter fingers got ‘em lookin' like a bunch o' phoney’s
Actin like they don't , but you know they prolly know me
Jot it down and Manifest it,  I'm the future GOAT. see (talk to ‘em)
If you listening it's too late
Maybe just accepting it, will bring you closer to fate
You would think it's money heist, the way niggas two faced
It's doomsday
Papa seeing red like it's kool aid
I’m the beetroot on your plate
And that should tell you that I'm taking over anyway
Bet that went over your head
Lemme take my own advice and maybe Stomp on these eggs
If they don't let me in, I'm just bulldozing instead
And best believe I only fear the man that's in Space
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[verse 2]
Uh
I ain’t homies with these dude kats
Never asked for favours
Why you thinking i would do that?? (nope)
You Prolly think i’m playin' till i put my BIC on KODAK
Average ain’t acceptable, and shame if you ain’t know that (shame)
Ntwana kasi e tsweri zaka
And if it ain’t them syllables, i’ll kill em with the Mpahlas
Ntwana ngcon’ uyeke aw’khafuli uya rasa
Mzansi Milan
I’ll smoke you like a rasta
Kill these niggas on an interlude
Always see you salty
Then you say you own some minerals
Standing on my talent
All these rappers just some midget dudes
Papa Sta$h is next, and he’ll get to you

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I’m done playin’ with these kids man