CENA

Back to the bars, and back to beats
Running the laps, put back on the cleats
Front of the whip, never retreat
Back of the Lambo is lackin’ the seats
Rockin’ this camo John Cena can’t see
I got your bitch, she under my sheets
She got a friend, that it make it three
She gone do you, she gone do me

Back to the bars, and back to beats
Running the laps, put back on the cleats
Front of the whip, never retreat
Back of the Lambo is lackin’ the seats
Rockin’ this camo John Cena can’t see
I got your bitch, she under my sheets
She got a friend, that it make it three
She gone do you, she gone do me

Lets talk about it for a second man let me go and set the record straight
I’m the rapper that they love to hate
Couple years the one they’ll celebrate
Hit the club bout’ 10 bitches with me lookin’ like I’m moving fuckin’ weight
Tell you stories how I used to be at parties sayin’ that I’d be as big as Drake
Taking longer than expected
I feel the game been neglected
Got a Rollie for the wrist watch
No Pacific Mall Patekin’
Wise on the track to protect it
Defeat I will never accept it
The music I really respect it
I’m so heavily invested

Back to beats
Running the laps, put back on the cleats
Front of the whip, never retreat
Back of the Lambo is lackin’ the seats
Rockin’ this camo John Cena can’t see
I got your bitch, she under my sheets
She got a friend, that it make it three
She gone do you, she gone do me

I just went and smoked a pack to my dome
I just traded in my black rims for chrome yeah
I just went shopping and spent a whole ticket
Now the boy debt, the fuck was I thinkin’
Quarter tank of gas still looking exquisite
Yeah
I’m with your Mrs.
All up in my texts she’s sending me kisses
Couple of other things let’s not get explicit

Back to beats
Running the laps, put back on the cleats
Front of the whip, never retreat
Back of the Lambo is lackin’ the seats
Rockin’ this camo John Cena can’t see
I got your bitch, she under my sheets
She got a friend, that it make it three
She gone do you, she gone do me