G-Stylez - The Comeback (feat. S.R.L.N) Lyrics

On the outside looking in
Gotta bless my breath as I took it in
Still here after battles and the crookedness
On my grown man shit man look at this
Been trying to make a change in my lifestyle
Grew up too quick though I might smile
I'm dying inside, try to hold it and hide
I just roll it and stride on my own when I'm high
It's the comeback, for a hundred miles I run back
Get the hell up out my face when I bust back
Cause they had me all caged up
Had me cussing all raged up
Had me spitting outrageous
It's the hood that we're made from
And I'm cut from the cloth that we take up
Rapping to my grave, yeah undertaker
Come back kid, yeah record breaker
They can't hold me down I'll forever hold the crown
Gotta pry it from my cold dead fingers when I'm found
I'm a hustle if I have to
Give me fake ass energy bruh, I will certainly match you
Cold shoulder when I pass through let me ask you
Why you praying that I fall and I'm taboo
That jealousy don't look good let me get it understood
Understand this shit
Ain't no respect you can check the dialect
And keep bumping your gums and you might get wrecked
And you never really know
Keep acting like it never really shows
That's a problem cause you never really grow
There's a difference when it's never really gold
And you wonder why you never had it all
Ask yourself is it really off the wall
Now, now, now
Competition, competition
We keep winning anyway that's the living
Ain't no limit give it to em every day, every way
Gotta win another race, at a pace, floating through outer space
Competition, competition
We keep winning anyway that's the living
Ain't no limit give it to em every day, every way
Gotta win another race, floating through outer space
Wanna put me in a box cause my box state
Not a place at the table when I saw a plates
Yo, f*ck the industry cause they all fake
I'm above them anyway like a saw blade
Cut the competition right in half
Put your hand down, bitch, you ain't getting dap
You don't know a real rap when it slaps you in the face like a hand clap
Where your plans at, and your man's at
I'm the last of a dying breed, but you the past of a dying feed
And we tried to see, but I'm tired of things
So you can cry and bleed while I ride the beat
Said you off your meds, and you lost your head
And your brain cell's dead and you got me red
So I blast the lead, till you off my check
And you all get left in the ditch like a wreck
Competition, competition
We keep winning anyway that's the living
Ain't no limit give it to em every day, every way
Gotta win another race, at a pace, floating through outer space
Competition, competition
We keep winning anyway that's the living
Ain't no limit give it to em every day, every way
Gotta win another race, floating through outer spaceAin't no respect you can check the dialect
And keep bumping your gums and you might get wrecked
And you never really know
Keep acting like it never really shows
That's a problem cause you never really grow
There's a difference when it's never really gold
And you wonder why you never had it all
Ask yourself is it really off the wall
Now, now, now