making us whole again Back, back Back in the right track Back, back in the right track Sending all the posers back Down to the ground Back, back in
making us whole again BACK! (Back) BACK IN THE RIGHT TRACK! BACK! Back in the right track Sending all the posers back Down to the ground BACK! Back
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is making us whole again BACK! (Back) BACK IN THE RIGHT TRACK! BACK! Back in the right track Sending all the posers back Down to the ground BACK! Back
making us whole again BACK! (Back) BACK IN THE RIGHT TRACK! BACK! Back in the right track Sending all the posers back Down to the ground BACK! Back in
back to the maniacs To the maniacs I never ever felt this way before Ain't gonna take it no more Yeah, give the radio Give the radio back Give the radio back
right in to the ground I've never felt this way before I can't take it no more So give the radio back Yeah, give the radio back Give the radio back to
head right in to the ground I've never felt this way before I can't take it no more So give the radio back Yeah, give the radio back Give the radio back
speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire
Let me feel you MoVida was the club on the Saturday You're acting like a diva saying you don't wanna pay It's gotta be your price to start, raise that
[Verse 1] It's been a long time coming but now I'm back at it Flipping the script, from balling back to gansta rap classics You know that shit that hit
til the mornin light Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right. Maybe I been made a man from
Thunder, let the blessings come down. L-rd You found my soul raised it up from the ground Yeah You found my soul, raised it up from the ground chorus
, dive, socialize, get ready Uh, imagine waking up, solidarity is evident Harmony moves, time is irrelevant People, the places, the message basic From raise fists
spend money, stay fly Those the 3 codes that I live by Yeah I swerve through streets But I travel in the sky Pardon my swag that's the way the ave. raised
lame, type killin' in the game, music Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by fame Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain Stay in your lane, broke back
brought each other pain, fought with in a brawl with our fists Yellin, niggas could hear us through the walls & the bricks Sayin what we don't mean Stabbin each other in the heart through the back
Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen To the Roller Coaster Malpractice Please stay seated, yeah and hold on even fuckin' tighter now Cause this next section
