As I Look Back Songtext
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need therapy bad
These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie's terribly cast
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need therapy bad
These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie's terribly cast
I'm finna kill it
Compare this track to a strap and a mask
This sound like an old shotty
A blast from the past *Gun Shots*
Yea that's yo ass
I ain't feeling you niggas
That shit ain't appealing to me or the city I live in
We really don't feel it
'Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain't got that real nigga feeling
Now real niggas feel this
Fuck opinions, fuck ya niggas
Stay in a hater mouth, I should become a dentist
I'm the blemish on ya finish when you think you riding fly
You want it then come and get it
I'll admit it, couldn't go another minute
Hearing all the shit that niggas try to mimic
So I'm 'bout to try to Royce and Eminem it
Til I kill it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking 'Cause you sounding worse than the niggas you biting
Fuck all you niggas, I'm second to none
It's my time right now and every second to come
Scary, 'cause I'ma keep spitting cemeteries until I'm in lyrical heaven with Pun
None of you niggas is scaring me none
You know where the fuck that I'm from
The city where houses get raided, you know how we play it
Tell granny to bury the gun
Real nigga that'll flip words
With you niggas it be just words
Tell 'em it a benefit 'em if I get 'em in a diss first
'Cause I'ma make a motherfucker hot if I diss you in this verse
Nah, it's feeling like you niggas just cursed
You and my girl need to switch skirts
Fuck the world 'til my dick hurts
God Damn, this shit a make a nun miss church
In my hood, the big niggas debo'ing debo
Matt Hardy you niggas, delete 'em, delete 'em
They waiting for me to come speak for the people
The fiends on my street they compete for a needle
Midwest fucking with me from here to Toledo
Ain't sleeping til all of my people is eating
'Cause back in the day all they knew how to feed us
Was funyuns and cheetos, doritos and fritos
Feeding my ego, these hoes, I back seat of my jeep 'em, I never mislead 'em
My daddy told me it was cheaper to keep 'em
Fuck a bitch, fuck tricking, I don't even retweet 'em
Nice, this is lord steven regal against ricky steamboat
Snitches get stitches, in my hood they end up in ditches
Oh you don't believe 'em? Ever seen Joe Pesci at the end of Casino?
Oh, they take pride in that, no sympathy for nobody who ain't in line
Catch a body and they fine with that
How I feel? To the major labels, everybody y'all sign is wack
Remind me that, when I react, the time we at, pussy niggas, copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I'm y'all ass 24/7, 10/4 copy that
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon' do about it huh?
Nothing, yea, nigga what?
Aww shit, kill 'em Jon!
Look, I could do this for days
Tell 'em to fix they face
Tell 'em I kill it until it's feeling like it's a grave
Look at the shit you play
Look at the shit they say
Schooling you niggas and you can tell 'em I skipped a grade
Tell 'em I did for everybody that wanted to listen to rap again but disengaged
Wait
Hold up, You tired nigga?
Real niggas, and my bad bitches make some noise all the fuck niggas stay quiet
Point 'em out, if you see 'em, if you see 'em point 'em out, I'm feeling like I'm bout to start a riot
I was hoping and hoping the flow would just open the door, I was broke
I was poor, I was low, I don't know where to go, wanna blow
But at home, they like gone and put on, get it on for the throne nigga
I'm back in a rage, like I'm black and it's back in the days
When we use to have to sit in the back in the bus, like fuck
Til Rosa Parks said shit I'm tired as a slave
Everybody looking at me thinking what I'm bout to do
Well let me think about it, Dre done put me in position
Competition kinda getting soft
Well I'ma get it while I'm in it
Did it better than you would have ever thought
No I don't compromise
This Flint and them Compton guys
Back to monopolize, anything that we want
So going to war with us is not advised, nigga (you better believe it!)
Sav
Mo Cleaves
Dre, what up nigga? (Nigga, you know wassup with me!)
Vehicle City (Flint, Michigan stand the fuck up!
Yea, shout to Remy and Lil Kim
Y'all did that
Compare this track to a strap and a mask
This sound like an old shotty
A blast from the past *Gun Shots*
Yea that's yo ass
I ain't feeling you niggas
That shit ain't appealing to me or the city I live in
We really don't feel it
'Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain't got that real nigga feeling
Now real niggas feel this
Fuck opinions, fuck ya niggas
Stay in a hater mouth, I should become a dentist
I'm the blemish on ya finish when you think you riding fly
You want it then come and get it
I'll admit it, couldn't go another minute
Hearing all the shit that niggas try to mimic
So I'm 'bout to try to Royce and Eminem it
Til I kill it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking 'Cause you sounding worse than the niggas you biting
Fuck all you niggas, I'm second to none
It's my time right now and every second to come
Scary, 'cause I'ma keep spitting cemeteries until I'm in lyrical heaven with Pun
None of you niggas is scaring me none
You know where the fuck that I'm from
The city where houses get raided, you know how we play it
Tell granny to bury the gun
Real nigga that'll flip words
With you niggas it be just words
Tell 'em it a benefit 'em if I get 'em in a diss first
'Cause I'ma make a motherfucker hot if I diss you in this verse
Nah, it's feeling like you niggas just cursed
You and my girl need to switch skirts
Fuck the world 'til my dick hurts
God Damn, this shit a make a nun miss church
In my hood, the big niggas debo'ing debo
Matt Hardy you niggas, delete 'em, delete 'em
They waiting for me to come speak for the people
The fiends on my street they compete for a needle
Midwest fucking with me from here to Toledo
Ain't sleeping til all of my people is eating
'Cause back in the day all they knew how to feed us
Was funyuns and cheetos, doritos and fritos
Feeding my ego, these hoes, I back seat of my jeep 'em, I never mislead 'em
My daddy told me it was cheaper to keep 'em
Fuck a bitch, fuck tricking, I don't even retweet 'em
Nice, this is lord steven regal against ricky steamboat
Snitches get stitches, in my hood they end up in ditches
Oh you don't believe 'em? Ever seen Joe Pesci at the end of Casino?
Oh, they take pride in that, no sympathy for nobody who ain't in line
Catch a body and they fine with that
How I feel? To the major labels, everybody y'all sign is wack
Remind me that, when I react, the time we at, pussy niggas, copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I'm y'all ass 24/7, 10/4 copy that
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon' do about it huh?
Nothing, yea, nigga what?
Aww shit, kill 'em Jon!
Look, I could do this for days
Tell 'em to fix they face
Tell 'em I kill it until it's feeling like it's a grave
Look at the shit you play
Look at the shit they say
Schooling you niggas and you can tell 'em I skipped a grade
Tell 'em I did for everybody that wanted to listen to rap again but disengaged
Wait
Hold up, You tired nigga?
Real niggas, and my bad bitches make some noise all the fuck niggas stay quiet
Point 'em out, if you see 'em, if you see 'em point 'em out, I'm feeling like I'm bout to start a riot
I was hoping and hoping the flow would just open the door, I was broke
I was poor, I was low, I don't know where to go, wanna blow
But at home, they like gone and put on, get it on for the throne nigga
I'm back in a rage, like I'm black and it's back in the days
When we use to have to sit in the back in the bus, like fuck
Til Rosa Parks said shit I'm tired as a slave
Everybody looking at me thinking what I'm bout to do
Well let me think about it, Dre done put me in position
Competition kinda getting soft
Well I'ma get it while I'm in it
Did it better than you would have ever thought
No I don't compromise
This Flint and them Compton guys
Back to monopolize, anything that we want
So going to war with us is not advised, nigga (you better believe it!)
Sav
Mo Cleaves
Dre, what up nigga? (Nigga, you know wassup with me!)
Vehicle City (Flint, Michigan stand the fuck up!
Yea, shout to Remy and Lil Kim
Y'all did that
KEVIN LYTTLE, KEVIN (KEB' MO') MOORE, LEROY SAMUEL ROMANS, TONY CD KELLY
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