Lyrics
[Intro]
Back on my—
(back on my shit, yeah)
Back on my—
(look)
[Verse 1]
Took that L, now I tax like a letterman
Turned every doubt to a dividend, that’s better men
Smile in my face, in my phone with the evidence
I don't play god, but I’m judging all the estimates
Friends turn snake, I just shed ‘em like leather skin
Heart on freeze, I been cold, check the weather then
Wolves in the wool, I see teeth through the sweater thread
I don't need closure, just closure on the extra rent
Talk is cheap, I need cash in the captions
You just act rich, I do cash-only casting
I don’t buy lies, but you sold me a fraction
Now I’m flip-flopping trust like a gymnastic backspin
[Chorus]
I’m back on my shit, no cap on my win
Cut ties, can’t stitch, left ‘em back in the bin
You was fake from the jump, I was stacking my ends
I don’t need new friends, I need racks and a pen
I’m back on my shit, yeah I’m taxing again
Turn a doubt to a flip, turn a loss to a Benz
You can talk how you talk, I’m just cashing it in
I don’t need your love, I need bags in the wind (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Trust? That’s a loan I don’t offer at all
You wrote checks with your mouth, now you choking on chalk
I been married to the grind, you just hoping to talk
I got rings from the work, you just posing for blogs
Circle so small, it’s a line now
Only real ones in my time now
You a penny in the fountain I climbed out
I turned every single doubt to a dime now
I’m the landlord, every bar is a rent day
Every snake in my grass hit the temp spray
I don’t bend, don’t break, I just segue
From the pain to the pay, that’s a template
[Chorus]
I’m back on my shit, no cap on my win
Cut ties, can’t stitch, left ‘em back in the bin
You was fake from the jump, I was stacking my ends
I don’t need new friends, I need racks and a pen
I’m back on my shit, yeah I’m taxing again
Turn a doubt to a flip, turn a loss to a Benz
You can talk how you talk, I’m just cashing it in
I don’t need your love, I need bags in the wind (back on my—)
[Bridge]
Too loud for the lies, I can’t hear none
You was there for the shine, not the year one
I got scars on my back from the “real ones”
Turned every cut to a bill, that’s a steel drum (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m back on my shit, no cap on my win
Cut ties, can’t stitch, left ‘em back in the bin
You was fake from the jump, I was stacking my ends
I don’t need new friends, I need racks and a pen
I’m back on my shit, yeah I’m taxing again
Turn a doubt to a flip, turn a loss to a Benz
You can talk how you talk, I’m just cashing it in
I don’t need your love, I need bags in the wind (back on my shit)
Style
rapaggressive east coast trap hybrid: swung drumssharp hi-hatssnarling 808sdetuned bells. harsh male vocals with a raspy edgead-libs tucked behind key punches. verses dense with punchlines; hook opens with gang vocals and a stomping clap pattern. occasional filtered drops before bar-heavy payoffsfinal chorus with stacked chants and rising synth risers.male vocalship hopharsh
Prompt
Song name “Back on my Shit” , rap, hip hop, upbeat, talk about not trusting people, making my money, metaphors, double entendres, harsh male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
LonerStoner
LonerStonerGeneratedMar 26, 2026
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