Lyrics

Yeah…
Open my eyes and heard your name, Jacob.
You thought I was gone?
Nah b**** — you shoulda made sure.
Now it’s war.

(Hook)
Back from the grave, now I’m huntin’ you down,
Jacob talkin’ reckless, now I’m steppin’ through town.
You was laughin’ when I bled? Now I’m up and I’m armed,
Put a laser on this bitch — I bring death with a charm.

Shoulda zipped me tight? Now I’m breathin’ again,
Now I’m ridin’ with the devil just to see how you end.
Say my name in a diss, now I’m breakin’ your face,
You wrote your own death, now I’m pressin’ erase.

(Verse 1)
Oh, you thought I was sleepin’? B****, I was plottin’,
Every breath in that coma had me dreamin’ 'bout bodies.
Heard you talkin’ real loud when you thought I was dead,
Now I’m up, fully strapped, puttin’ heat to your head.

Talkin’ 'bout Josh like he slid for real —
B****, I walked it off, now I’m slidin’ with steel.
He caught me off guard, yeah, but I ain’t gone,
Now you next in the box, I’ll be pissin’ on your stone.

Jacob a keyboard thug — never spun on s***,
Never seen a warzone, never clapped no stick.
You got my name in your mouth like a chain on your neck,
So I’m airin' out your house, puttin' shots where you rest.

(Hook)
Back from the grave, now I’m huntin’ you down,
Jacob talkin’ reckless, now I’m steppin’ through town.
You was laughin’ when I bled? Now I’m up and I’m armed,
Put a laser on this bitch — I bring death with a charm.

Shoulda zipped me tight? Now I’m breathin’ again,
Now I’m ridin’ with the devil just to see how you end.
Say my name in a diss, now I’m breakin’ your face,
You wrote your own death, now I’m pressin’ erase.

(Verse 2)
You cried when Josh dropped — that’s the pain I cause,
Now I’m sendin’ you to see him, let you speak to your dawg.
You think this a game? This a war with no rules,
You dissed a ghost, now the ghost got tools.

Say my name again, b****, say it proud,
‘Cause I’m outside your crib with the beam and a frown.
Heard you dissin’ in the booth — now I’m creepin’ in silence,
Next shot to your chest gon’ be followed by violence.

I’m the reaper, the karma, the storm you ain’t ready for,
Back from the dead just to settle the score.
They thought I was gone — now I’m darker than ever,
You took your shot, b****, now it’s my turn, forever.

(Hook)
Back from the grave, now I’m huntin’ you down,
Jacob talkin’ reckless, now I’m steppin’ through town.
You was laughin’ when I bled? Now I’m up and I’m armed,
Put a laser on this bitch — I bring death with a charm.

Shoulda zipped me tight? Now I’m breathin’ again,
Now I’m ridin’ with the devil just to see how you end.
Say my name in a diss, now I’m breakin’ your face,
You wrote your own death, now I’m pressin’ erase.

(Outro)
Jacob…
You shoulda finished the job.
Now you prayin’ for mercy?
B**** — ain’t no comin' back from this one.
Brody out the coma.
Now it’s YOUR turn to go to sleep.
And also no one wants your fuck ass only fans you gay bitch, don’t make me bust my nut on your bitch ass forehead.