Coming Back

Coming Back (feat. OTS REG)

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Verse 1:
Yeah, I seen you cruisin’, window down, bass hittin’,
Eyes met mine for a second, but the vibe felt different.
You used to ride shotgun, twistin’ up that smoke,
Now you out there with some clowns who think life a joke.
I remember nights we plotted, dreamin’ bigger than the Ville,
Talkin’ bout a million streams, now I’m halfway to that deal.
You switched your circle, I tightened mine up like vice grips,
Still keep the burner tucked, and the game on my right hip.
I don’t move with them fakes, my loyalty expensive,
You sold yours cheap, and I can’t be that apprentice.
I ain’t bitter though, I just peep from a distance,
Cuz real love don’t fade, it just builds resistance.

Hook:
"You know my number’s still the same, you can call me
If you need a fix or just if you wanna vent,
I saw you out around, I really wanted to speak,
But I couldn’t get along with the company that you keep."


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Verse 2:
I still roll through the block, same old Kilo demeanor,
Ain’t no new energy infectin’ my arena.
Them ninjas you around now talk loud, move reckless,
That’s the type of heat get a boss disrespected.
We used to be in sync, movin’ silent like ninjas,
Now you postin’ selfies with them squares in your pictures.
I tried to warn ya once, fake love contagious,
Real ones vanish when the circle too spacious.
I’m still that ninja in the cut makin’ plays,
Stackin’ royalties, grindin’, been awake for days.
You coulda had a spot in the movement I built,
But you chose weak links, now you drownin’ in guilt.

Hook:
"You know my number’s still the same, you can call me
If you need a fix or just if you wanna vent,
I saw you out around, I really wanted to speak,
But I couldn’t get along with the company that you keep."


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Verse 3:
I ain’t the type to judge, but I can’t fake the vibe,
I seen too many good souls lose they life to the tribe.
They say birds of a feather all flock to the dirt,
I took flight on my own, put my pain in the work.
Now I’m chartin’ my own lane, smokin’ out the empire,
Mixin’ hustle with desire, keep the vision on fire.
You still caught up in the drama, same scene, new face,
Meanwhile I’m on a plane, blowin’ smoke out the space.
I’ll never wish you nothin’ but peace and progression,
But that crowd you run with keep failin’ they lesson.
You know the line open, but I move discreet,
Cuz I can’t risk my soul for the company you keep.

Hook (×2):
"You know my number’s still the same, you can call me
If you need a fix or just if you wanna vent,
I saw you out around, I really wanted to speak,
But I couldn’t get along with the company that you keep."


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Outro (spoken):
"Yeah... some ties just fade with time,
Not ‘cause the love gone—just ‘cause the energy off.
I’m still here though... same line, same grind,
Different mindstate. Kilo Bizniz. Smoked Out Mafia."


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