Lyrics Back In Office – Saba & No I.D.
Young Sabastian, back in office
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer
Cristela where we at, Declining offers
I hear n**gas rap and can make salsa
Tomato, tomato it’s all sauce less
This feel like draino to y’all faucets
Superhero, this my negro solstice flow
They hear my s**t and then adopt it like a foster home
My granny working hard, the main person I call up on
Gold chain hang from my collar bone
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 fillet a voyeur, like I’m Oscar de la Hoya
F**k is y’all looking at
Hot potato oil, I can fry the game or boil
They like f**k is y’all cooking crack
Got n**gas asking, is it jazz or is it rap
I’m a bit imaginative I’m where the ribbon at
In the sky I could 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 looking for a light patting they jacket flaps
Raised by the old school gpa in a cadillac
That’s Young Sabastian, back in office
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer
Cristela where we at, Declining offers
This is for the amateurs, this is what a master raps
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
Stacking up the bread now I need everything I haven’t had
Milli after milli, y’all gone hear me like I’m Bangladesh
Cole passed on this beat back in 2009
I was but a young lad waiting to have my time
Knew that one day my story’d be celebrated
I guess I’m still waiting, so f**k it imma take it
Love myself enough, I can dodge thru the stunts
Acting 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
10 years plus now I been this good
Honey on me now she heard about the buzz
Sign should say keep out the dogs on a hunt
Labels tryna reach out, that’s every other month
Young Sabastian, back in office
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer
Cristela where we at, Declining offers
I hear n**gas rap tell em take caution…
➤ Written by Saba
Produced by No I.D.
Saba | No I.D. | 2023
