Saba - Back In Office (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Saba - Back In Office (en) Lyrics
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Young Sabastian back in office
Slipped outta the back
in a flyin' saucer
"Cristela, where we at?"
Declinin' offers
I hear niggas rap and can make salsa
Tomato, tomato, it's all sauceless
This feel like Draino to y'all faucets
Superhero, this my negro solstice flow
They hear my shit and then adopt
it like a foster home
My granny workin' hard, the
main person I call upon
Gold chain hang from my collarbone
I was the same guy in her college dorm
And I ain't never had a college dorm
Body like a bottle and her
skin tone terracotta
I'm from Chicago, we invented mobsters
Some call me "Saba," others
call me "Saba"
As long as it's love,
it's not a problem
I filet a voyeur like
I'm Óscar de la Hoya
Fuck is y'all lookin' at?
Hot potato, oil, I can
fry the game or boil
They like, "Fuck is y'all
cookin', crack?"
Got niggas askin', "Is it
jazz or is it rap?"
I'm a bit imaginative, I'm
where the ribbon at
In the sky, I can write
like Jack Kerouac
I can say anything, it don't
even have to match
I can wear anything, it don't
even have to match
When it comes to rap peers,
I don't even have a match
Like a smoker lookin' for a light,
pattin' they jacket flaps
Raised by the old school, G-
pa in the Cadillac, that's
I hear niggas rap and can make
This is for the amateurs, this
is where the master rap
Some of them not amateurs, but next
to me, they sound like that
My city like Gotham, but no,
I am not Ben Affleck
Turn your head into a fraction, yeah,
they will take half of that
I am not a hunter, but I
grew up in that habitat
Life a uphill battle, but for
me, was more a avalanche
Stackin' up the bread, now I need
everything I haven't had
Milli after milli, they gon'
hear me like I'm Bangladesh
Cole passed on this beat back in 2009
I was but a young lad waitin'
to have my time
Knew that one day my
story be celebrated
I guess I'm still waitin',
so fuck it, I'ma take it
Love myself enough, I can
dodge through the stunts
Actin' like a ruler, but
could never measure up
Knew myself enough, I never
questioned what I was
Manifested paradise and
I was in the hood
Ten years plus now I been this good
Honey on me now, she heard
about the buzz
Sign should say "Keep out,
" the dog's on a hunt
Labels tryna reach out, that's
every other month
I hear niggas rap, tell
'em, "Take caution"
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