(L-O-X)
(Statik Selektah)

Weed like, what? Dope like, what?
I'on fall in love, I'm just tryin' to get a nut
Flow so sick, bitch on my dick
Semi-automatic, I'll pop you quick
Hood love, yes, photoshoot fresh
Housekeeper, all that, to clean up my mess, ha
They say rap's gettin' wack
I be prayin' like (won't you come back?)

My housekeeper got a street sweeper
Ignorant by nature, nigga, I need reefer
I'm drinkin' barkle, I'm drinkin' dark
Lookin' for the missin' link, probably blastin' Lincoln Park
Invisible ink, air paper, got a red niche, I'll turn you to air vapor
I'm at the matrix nucleus, shadow came through the mirror said I was the spookiest
High like, what? Hood love, yes
I know paper and that pussy and the plum and its ex
The plug in my partner, and the plethora of death
If rap come back, I'ma be like yes

Weed like, what? Dope like, what?
I'on fall in love, I'm just tryin' to get a nut
Flow so sick, bitch on my dick
Semi-automatic, I'll pop you quick
Hood love, yes, photoshoot fresh
Housekeeper, all that, to clean up my mess (L-O-X)
They say rap's gettin' wack
I be prayin' like (won't you come back?)

(I got 'em)
I'm a different kind of look, I was in the streets
I had grams comin' back, I'm a different kind of cook
The reason that you ratted, you a different kind of shook
As long as you free, real niggas get booked
Code of these killers, D-block gorillas
Twenty years strong, real niggas feel us (L-O-X)
Pounds of that sour, bottles of that yak
Fuck her once, she like (won't you come back?)
Had to get that money, we made it big in rap
Mac-11 in that Honda, them niggas knew we would clap
You came through early poppin' off, but that's wack
Nobody was there bitch (don't you come back)

Weed like, what? Dope like, what?
I'on fall in love, I'm just tryin' to get a nut
Flow so sick, bitch on my dick
Semi-automatic, I'll pop you quick
Hood love, yes, photoshoot fresh
Housekeeper, all that, to clean up my mess
They say rap's gettin' wack
I be prayin' like (won't you come back?)

Think I give a fuck about write ups in magazines
Or the deed to the house or the titles to the machines?
Integrity should be vital to every team
When the devils tell ya (don't you come back), you gotta see him
This is from the district, not from the Colosseum
Wanna stay above ground, I'll get you a mausoleum
You know the shift changes the spot at one P.M.
You stay to 11 o'clock, you cop a BM
See them fuck boys over there, do not be them (no)
My niggas with a date, they comin', they got to free them
Yeah, they walk you to the last gate, and the CO be like (don't you come back)
Fuck outta here (damn)

Weed like, what? Dope like, what?
I'on fall in love, I'm just tryin' to get a nut
Flow so sick, bitch on my dick
Semi-automatic, I'll pop you quick
Hood love, yes, photoshoot fresh
Housekeeper, all that, to clean up my mess, ha
They say rap's gettin' wack
I be prayin' like (won't you come back?)

Won't you come back tomorrow?
I feel so alone
Take it all back, this sorrow
Take it all back from me

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Writer(s): David Styles, Jason Phillips, Patrick Baril, Sean Jacobs