Verse 1: Awakes in his jail cell, thinkin wtf just happened

Now, he awake wit a, slight shock
his eyes hawk, feel as though his night's mark
a lone wolf, with no fear, peered at his plight, fought
Seein the hooded heist plot, of that villian
produce him visions of figure types, chalked
Triggered when them nines spark, and he a product
of his criminal mind thought, trynna triple his digits
fuck them frivolous kind, taught that chivalrous times, dwarf
iniquitous positions, he find dark, He listen with precision
that his mission to grind brought
fuck witnesses his synthesis, relentless behind stalks
hence why tote an extra 22, by his right sock
On night watch, with them automatics, and prime rock
refine his rate of business, principles of incline sought
his emphasis, relentlessness, see, nemesis
been there from the genesis, no territory semblance
accustomed to his elements, while out for dead presidents
see, its fairly evident, the type this nigga represent

[Chorus]
But he don't fret
Nigga, he'll bombback

U got them,
bills to pay,
packs to move,
nigga, bombback

Its just, a thing of the mind
A state u gotta find, bomb back

And if they, fuck with urs or touch one, well nigga touch back,
..just bomb back

Verse 2: (16): Gets out shortly after, continues to think about everything that's happened in the past 24 hrs. forms a plan

Less than a day in a cell,
thanks to his jewish lawyer, walks out to the station foyer
Thinkin bout how life is always plagued by paranoia
Hard times, out his control, a, circumstance few get ahold of
the foolish, try to be soldiers
waitin for chance, while lightin the dozier
Like, them fakin niggas was posers
he more like that villian who murders
for, residual stacks with burners
max definitive blasts at servers
crafts revenge for killin his workers
a blend of the villian observed
and loss of his niggas, had left him disturbed
but tactical visions, envisioned, (are) surperb
He'd strike like the gremlins vicious emerge
malicious, at simplest, bond is his word
(Its) time for some action, no matter the verb
He look to the heavens, and pray that he heard
His circumstance bleed into every word
He never facetious, or feel he unnerved
His criminal mind ahead of the curve
like graphs with x (time) and y (on the verge)
A mathemeticians, eye had emerged
applied like a science, maniacally burned
enshrined in his mind, like a child who learns
except, his defiance, unbiased, and stern
provoke(s) an alliance to silence the worms
until he reach zion, bring eye of great storms
bomb back like a silo, of missile swarms
until they feel fully the wrath of cuz scorn

[Chorus]
But he don't fret
Nigga, he'll bombback

U got them,
bills to pay,
packs to move,
nigga, bombback

Its just, a thing of the mind
A state u gotta find, bomb back

And if they, fuck with urs or touch one, well nigga touch back,
..just bomb back

Verse 3: Thinks more. Solidifies his plan, puts it into action...just like The Lone Wolf

So he like fuck all them niggas who trynna do him in,
rob his stash and blast his kin, trynna jux his life tween the trife
they'll feel the wrath of ten speciman condensed in him
the pestilence it reflects, depends
on ur knowledge possessed of them mexicans
hard bodyin niggas who mess with them
Like gangs and cartels when they vexed, my friend
feel like he back on them streets, fresh, again
He blessed, but, man its a testament
of his seemingly many transgressions
(and) since his life took a turn
momma be stressin, but it keep turnin
and, teachin him lessons
(Just) like the villian, his mind had ingested
holdin his own, totin his smith and wesson
A-K-4-7, strapped for protection
drastically, sinister mask with two techs, and
those juss his weapons, slayin all predators,
never exceptions, familiar tensions different perception
with the respect, required invested,
niggas gon(na) know he should never be tested
acin competition, with a style described (as) majestic
subjected, due to circumstances he, introspected
Dissected, though, he realize this is life what he elected
He know what come next, strike with intellect
prey on em niggas like a lone wolf shown disrespect
this nigga vexed

[Chorus]
But he don't fret
Nigga, he'll bombback

U got them,
bills to pay,
packs to move,
nigga, bombback

Its just, a thing of the mind
A state u gotta find, bomb back

And if they, fuck with urs or touch one, well nigga touch back,
..just bomb back


Verse 4: [Che Adams]


[Chorus]
But he don't fret
Nigga, he'll bombback

U got them,
bills to pay,
packs to move,
nigga, bombback

Its just, a thing of the mind
A state u gotta find, bomb back

And if they, fuck with urs or touch one, well nigga touch back,
..just bomb back