Comeback Season

I'm beyond creative, this is your brain on drugs,

Well beyond your hatin', hard looks and mean mugs

Well beyond your greatest, I'm pulling the plug,

On every lyric you've made your music to ears

Is fuckin' salt to a slug,

Your words and harsh talk, means nothin to me,

You never thought so much raw could be stuffed in a beat,

Till you clicked the link and listened,

Drop bars like Chapo in Prison,

Impossible to stop when I'm spittin',

A tidal wave, makin' sure these rappers stayin' wide awake

The flow is heated up it's like I tossed it in the microwave

And I'm about get the recognition I have craved

The only way to make me quit is if you take the fuckin' mic away

So listen up now, I mark this as a comeback,

And it'll stay that way, whether or not you want that,

I'm done being negative, this game of life is one I'll conquer,

They told me I had one shot, I brought a rocket launcher,

 

(Hook x2)

Call me D Wade, this is the comeback season

Don't tell me otherwise, I know I found music for a reason