I'm Back

It ain’t about the money
It ain’t about the fame
It ain’t about the b*tches
But you b*tches know my name
I am the Mac
(yeah)
B*tch I’m back
(yeah, yeah)
It ain’t about just winning
No— to me, this ain’t a game
I don’t need to be the richest
As long as you know my name
It’s Ander Mac
(yeah, yeah)
B*tch I’m back
Just waiting to attack!
I lost myself
In trying so damn hard to cover up the real me
2019 wasn’t my year
B*tch, It ain’t news to me
So if you can stop with all the questions
I’ll explain and put us both at ease
I ghosted all of you
But in the end, I ghosted me…
I could barely recognize the person staring back at me
(No!)
And truth be told
I would just cut myself to bleed
And the scary part?
I couldn’t feel a f**king thing
I made mistakes, but
There’s no erasing the damage I did to my brain
I see now that I’ve always been mentally fighting
A war with myself
That tore me away, from my life
I put my real smile on the shelf
But it went too God d*mn far
When I stopped writing this music
Because I’d rather lose my mind a thousand times
Way before I lose the music
If it wasn’t for this shit
I pray to God I’d take a bullet
Before losing all of this!
It ain’t about the money
It ain’t about the fame
It ain’t about the b*tches
But you b*tches know my name
I am the Mac
(yeah)
B*tch I’m back
(yeah, yeah)
It ain’t about just winning
No— to me, this ain’t a game
I don’t need to be the richest
As long as you know my name
It’s Ander Mac
(yeah, yeah)
B*tch I’m back
Just waiting to attack!
Step in line
Get behind me
I don’t waste time making up my mind
I put that sh*t behind me
I used to think too much
Used to drink too much
But what’s the point of making music if a song is never done?
I thought at first this was a hobby
Rapping grew from poetry
I took creative writing classes to help my lyrics be concrete
It’s funny how I have 47 tracks
And not one of them has peaked
I mean— I mean…
I am tired of the music that seems to lack the heart
I’m telling you that to most artists writing lyrics is an art—
It’s cathartic, but so many artists these days
Are getting paid for tracks written by ghosts
Is what they say what they really mean?
What about the underground rappers tearing at the seams
Going broke to get a beat and chasing after f**king dreams?
I rap because I love it!
There’s no f**king in-between
If I happen to make money
Then it will no longer be a dream
But until then, I’m working day and night to make ends meet
I work full-time while pursuing music
This is my everything!
Self-made from nothing, I won’t lose it
Maybe one day I’ll be something
All of you will know my name
Because Ander Mac is coming
You b*tches better be afraid
Because I hit the ground running
I’ll make it paid
Turning nothing into something!
(Wha!)
It ain’t about the money
It ain’t about the fame
It ain’t about the b*tches
But you b*tches know my name
I am the Mac
(yeah)
B*tch I’m back
(yeah, yeah)
It ain’t about just winning
No— to me, this ain’t a game
I don’t need to be the richest
As long as you know my name
It’s Ander Mac
(yeah, yeah)
B*tch I’m back
Just waiting to attack!