Coming Back

I'm coming back
 Hey, yeah, I'm comin'
 I'm coming back
 Hey, yeah, I'm comin'
 It's a cold world, baby, but I'm a cold nigga
 Frostbite tryna take a chew of how I slither
 My presence give 'em chills, like an Antarctican winter
 And I'm bangin' Inglewood 'til I'm gettin' caught with a splinter
 I'm havin' artists for dinner
 So many fall apart when I spark, it's hard to remember
 It's always hard rememberin' pain is part of the riddle
 Somewhere between my art and the dark, I'm parked in the middle
 I knew my part since was little
 I knew my heart was official
 I knew that in my heart that that boy was part of a bigger plan
 I know my momma not comin' up short of rent again
 'Cause I put this rap shit down and go and sin again
 Fuck all the daps and pounds, I'm on my shit again
 All that bad mouthin' just runnin' up my adrenaline
 And yeah, it's safe to say we made a way
 From gettin' slouched on
 And Doms'll be that nigga from now on, you dig me?
 Nothin' to do 'cept smoke and drive (smoke and drive)
 20 in your pocket, million on your mind (on your mind)
 And someone had the drink, someone had the drugs
 Someone had bitches on the line, that's just what it was (what it was)
 And I don't regret a single night I came home fucked up
 Ain't sorry for a single time I made hoes cry
 Money was a thing I didn't make too much of
 Tell me "Hurry up," I'ma take my time (my time)
 I feel like I'm designed for this
 I don't know how on my timin' is
 But I know I won't have time again
 To give this all I got, ayy
 All my clouds got silver linings
 Amazin' how I keep my peace alive through all this violence
 It's a war outside my window, it's like all I hear is sirens
 But it's somethin' 'bout the melody, I'm driftin' into science
 I was born hateful, lookin' at this world ugly
 Way at the bottom, got me questionin' if God love me
 You know my steez dog, real niggas ride gully
 Lost a couple soldiers, got me smokin' with my eyes runny
 My heart cold like I said in the first verse
 And I'm tryna eat, you niggas eyein' dessert first
 And somewhere between the hoes and money, I got hurt the worst
 I swear to God this life a gift and a curse
 My path was chosen way before I existed, the misfit
 The voices in my head never tell me wrong, so I listen
 Either make a way or collision
 I ain't here to play, nigga, I'm on a mission
 Nothin' to do 'cept smoke and drive (I hear that) (smoke and drive)
 20 in your pocket, million on your mind (on your mind)
 And someone had the drink, someone had the drugs
 Someone had bitches on the line, that's just what it was (what it was)
 And I don't regret a single night I came home fucked up
 Ain't sorry for a single time I made hoes cry
 Money was a thing I didn't make too much of
 Tell me "Hurry up," I'ma take my time (my time)
 La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la