Rewind II - The Game

Lyrics by：Cash Jones/Jayceon Taylor

The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco

I moonwalk back to the car

Gun on my waist

Take the ski mask off of my face

Blunt flies back in the trunk

Between my index and my middle finger

It's stuck

Inhale the smoke

Take a puff

Drivin' in reverse

Proceed to light it up

'Mattic

Still Nas too

Listenin'

It's me and the opp

Gets further in distance

Hand on my watch

Movin' backwards

The Chronic jumps out the back wood

As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up

Text from a b***h sayin' eat to go and steal

Put my phone back in my pocket

Took my knee off the wheel

Hand on my wheel

My car in drive

Foot on the gas

Up the freeway ramp

Adjust the rearview and look at my past

Speed goin' back up on the dash as I listen to Hill

Lauryn

And uncrumble all of this hash

Back in the carpool flippin' off 12

The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells

Cutie smilin' at me

I unthrew up the deuce

Triple one-two

Three-one-three

Three-one-two

On the side of a purple Maseratti

Wonder if she got a body up

Should I think I

It's a hotty

Goin' down on the up ramp

Creep slow

Back to the light

I'ma kill 'em 'fore the end of the night

Talkin' on my burner cell like

"At he where"

Back into a parkin' spot

Handicap in the mirror

Car door opens

My n***a out yells

"Woo-Su"

Windows roll up

I'm thinkin' to myself

"Who these n***as in this coupe"

Back in the store

Woods back in my hand

Sit 'em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz

And says "n***a my You thank" I pass him a coke can

10000 goes back in my pocket in rubberbands

Back to the whip in rewind

Back to the spot

Walkin' up the stairs backwards

The clip comes outta the Glock

The key goes back in the lock

I walk in facin' out

Take my shoes off and fall on the couch

This b***h takes my d**k out of her mouth

Stands back up and tells me what her day was about

We hug as her clothes fly up her hands

Lip singin' B Cardi while she dance

Credits roll down chill and Netflix

As I unfasten the latch on my Cuban Link necklace

She gave me a second hug for the first time

Walks outta the door back in the Uber

As I'm cleanin' my 9

I sit it down right next to my phone

Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna

Runnin' 'round in a thong

Woke up tired and went back to the booth

Sample God's Sons

Rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop

Nas：

Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done

Pull up a chair

Hon'

And put it in the air

Son

Dawg

Whatever they call you

God

Just listen

I spit a story backwards

It starts at the endin'