Untiljapan Feel Like We Back Lyrics

[Intro]
Japan, bro
You're going up in this shit, man
Niggas are not f*cking with you? f*ck 'em, the Live O
Let's do this shit

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, it feel like we back in this shit (Yeah)
I got tired of f*cking that bitch, cool
I got tired of the world on my dick, woah (Yeah)
Come on, pshh, 'kay
It feel like we back in this bitch, for real
I told my brother to chill with them pills
I'm tryna see him get rich, for real

[Post-Chorus]
I was lying to my momma, she ain't know I was at the studio (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm talking like, "Momma, I know you don't get it, but wait 'til this money come" (Hold on, yeah)
I'm talking to my brother like, "I know I can feel it, I'm gon' make this money come" (Yeah)
Yeah, he like, "Lil' bro, you know I believe you, just go 'head and f*ck it up" (f*ck it up)

[Verse 1]
So just guess what I did? I f*cked it up (f*ck it up)
I ain't had shit and we ain't turn it up (Turn it up)
I'm from South Atlanta, so just turn it up (Yeah)
But I'm Nas-ass, I'm a warrior (No cap)
I ain't never had to serve, hell nah
But I got some brothers in the field now (Field)
I got what I wanted, I can't chill now (Can't chill)
I can't slip, I can't let it spill out (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, it feel like we back in this shit
I got tired of f*cking that bitch, cool (Okay)
I got tired of the world on my dick, woah (I'm tired of hearing that, ho)
Come on, pshh, 'kay
It feel like we back in this bitch, for real (Yeah)
I told my brother to chill with them pills (Yeah)
I'm tryna see him get rich, for real (Oh)

[Verse 2]
Pshh
Man, shoutout my sister and my cousin, man, f*ck it, y'all know who you are
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that Jesus piece on my wall, yeah I wouldn't be here if y'all wasn't hatin', keep on running your mouth
But I had to turn up real quick, had to show 'em I'm 'bout it, yeah, show 'em what's up (Pshh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Bitch, don't play with my family, push up, we pull up in Army trucks (No cap, yeah)
Bentley sittin' outside, I don't even drive that motherf*cker, I don't wanna touch it, yeah (Yeah-ooh)
They stay f*ckin' the game up, I gotta come back and push that lil' button (Mm, push that)
Yeah, I can't f*ck with my chains on (Push that), that shit gon' choke me (Okay)
Turn this pointer straight from my OG (No cap)
At this bitch house, we four deep (Packed)
If we in the mall, we forty deep
You gon' pay that price, you f*ck with me
You gon' pay that fine, you f*ck with me
I don't play about mine, you should Google me
Couple bodies they had found dead on that street, huh (Haha)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, it feel like we back in this shit (They ain't even there)
I got tired of f*cking that bitch, cool (Oh, yeah)
I got tired of the world on my dick, woah (I'm tired of hearing that, oh, yeah)
Come on, pshh, 'kay
It feel like we back in this bitch, for real
I told my brother to chill with them pills (Ooh)
I'm tryna see him get rich, for real (Ooh)

[Post-Chorus]
I was lying to my momma, she ain't know I was at the studio
Yeah, I'm talking like, "Momma, I know you don't get it, but wait 'til this money come"
I'm talking to my brother like, "I know I can feel it, I'm gon' make this money come"
Yeah, he like, "Lil' bro, you know I believe you, just go 'head and f*ck it up"

[Outro]
I was lying to my momma, she ain't know I was at the studio (I was on cap shit, no cap, bitch, huh)
I was lying to my momma, she ain't know I was at the studio