(Back Up In This (*##$)



Uh uh uh uh uh
Young black boy, how he got the labels scared?
A&R's like "Chano, you ain't playin fair!"

You gon' set a bad example for the average bear
You a yogi, you should idle while in child's position
I be like, naw, these my sons this prenatal care

I'mma show 'em how to make it here and make it fair
Take it there they could kill me and I ain't gonna care
You is just an ankle weight, lighter than some angel cake

Sweeter than some maple syrup, easier than ableton
Make a plate and make it player
Make 'em play it

Just don't count your sheep before they hatch
You chickens 'fore your eggs or eat your dinner
Before you say your prayer


Back up in this (*##$
I'm back up in this thaaang

I'm back up in this (*##$
I'm back up in this (*##$
Back up in this (*##$

Get it crackin' in this (*##$
I'm back up in this (*##$


Young tactician
Just got my taxes finished
Beat the tortoise by a hair

In an '04 Ford Taurus
On a spare with a wax finish
Theres a lot of metaphors, you just lack vision

You just bad business, oh
All your %#@! been lower case
Lower class, lower key

I'm the only minor minority in priority
Sippin' gin and tonic while I plot upon authority
Author of my horoscope, feeling like the oracle

Ain't no rules, ^!$$% oh!
Uh uuuh uh


Back up in this (*##$
I'm back up in this thaaang
I'm back up in this (*##$

I'm back up in this (*##$
Back up in this (*##$
Get it crackin' in this (*##$

I'm back up in this (*##$, aah!