The Return

See they think I'm a fuck nigga

But if they ever see me then they might have to duck, nigga

Like what, nigga? Before your ass can answer, get your whole shit bust, nigga

Them rolls off them ashes, drinking Fiji water

Wanna pull me in that fire when I'm trynna feed my daughter

Wanna snatch my mommas plate, and tell her she can't eat

And we gone have us some discrepancies right here in this grief

Because the weak don't speak, get left in silence

And when you don't listen, gotta speak with violence

And duct tape the grandmama, strip a man of all his honor

Out here tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner

I walk with the Gods with the tounges for the devil

Tryna keep a nigga thirsty so for rain I pray mercy

The return of the gangsta cause niggas don't believe

I roll hotter than my sleeve, leave a nigga in the street

The return of the gangster cause niggas got deals

This rap shit don't work then it's back to selling krills

Return of the gangster cause niggas want that real

Want that old Danny Brown but nigga I'm like chill

Return of the gangster fucked that hipster squeeze the trigger

You got me fucked up I'm a hood ass nigga

Eastside niggas keep roaches in the ash tray

Twenty thousand out the public housing on a bad day

Dropped it in the chronic finna lock it that's some bad yay

Tryna save my soul I wish the lord would meet me half way

Devil on my shoulder as I'm whipping up this yola

And them motor minnesota

Only option is a shoot out if the police pull me over

This shit get real as shit that's on your Playstation controller

Call of Duty ass nigga

Dick in the booty ass nigga

Don't po' up