I'm Back

I'm sorry for cussing

Fuck you, ****

I'm back, Mr. Magic City

Blowing color purp, I make it rain on your forehead

You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money

You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

Chyeah, I'ma give you a test to get me adjusted

Chyeah, you know you can't listen to this like everything else

Chyeah, I'm

Gangsta breezy

I'm back, Mr. Magic City

Blowing color purp, I make it rain on your forehead

You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money

You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money

The Feds outside and they checking his tag

But still the boy move with a hell of a swag

It's like the soundtrack to my life

Everyday I'm under investigation

But I will not stop, so you can stop the hating

What more can I say? It's like my gift and my curse

To fail or succeed, I don't know what's worse

I don't know what's worse

Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix

One slip and I'm back to the basics

Red or blue pill, what would you do?

When the same **** you love got hate in they blood

I know God's watching over me, so is the Feds

When love turns to hate and **** rather you dead

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ

All the bad I've done, will you still protect my life?

Maybe, maybe not

Until then, I keep an extra clip for that Glock

You wanna see my bank statements

I got no problems with that

Three hundred thousand, you know I'm smarter than that

I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life

So, you gonna need more than a child support lawyer

Listen up, I got some child support for you

Get off your ass, bitch, get you a job

Tell your other three baby daddies to sell dope or rob

My son got everything in the world that I never had

One thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad

When you the one that shoulda been exposed

Unfit mother still playing with ya nose

And I don't wanna tell my child that his moms ain't shit

And this ain't about him, she just a money hungry bitch

I been here before, they boxed me in the corner

(What you do, ****?) And I came out fighting

They locked me in a cell and I came out writing

I said I came out writing

Lock my body, you can't trap my mind

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen

Call me paranoid, I think the walls is listening

But if them walls could talk (What they say?)

I'd prolly never get to see the daylight

I gave it to 'em raw, mixtape after mixtape

I had **** waiting on the album

I shoulda got five mics in the source

Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche

They say I ain't lyrical

Gangsta breezy

I wasn't tryna impress y'all ****

If hating was a crime, they arrest y'all ****

Kink bought the mic, I just gave you my life

The streets cosigned, the hood gave me my stripes

I said, the streets cosigned, the hood gave me my stripes

Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life

I said, the hood cosigned, the streets gave me my stripes

Yeah, I know you ain't done with 'em

I'm back, better than before

Matter fact, I'm better than ever

They can't box me in, the boy too clever

So, CNN worried 'bout little ol' me

Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever wrote the story

Fuck, you muhfuckers don't know shit about me

What I been through and where I came from

When shit got hard, I stayed, I ain't run

So you can blame the government, they made me this way

See the pain in my eyes, you don't see me crying

Two tears in a bucket, who got that work?

Real talk, I'll make us a way

Get rich or I'ma go to jail trying

Uncle Sam ain't never gave me shit

But my partner out west, yeah, he front me them bricks

How the hell you expect me to be drug free?

When George Bush ain't never done shit for me

Follow me home and tap my phone

What happened to my freedom of speech?

Love don't love nobody

Got me feeling like I shouldn't love myself

I practice what I preach, I preach what I practice

A hunnid thou' under my mattress

I'm only human, just a man

God gave me a gift to do the best that I can

Critics say I can't make a album better than my first one

The way I feel, that'll probably be my worst one

And every one after that will be better than my last

So real talk, y'all can kiss my ass

This is the beginning of the beginning, I am the future

You **** are a thing of the past

I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've become

So all you ridiculing, look, I'm not the one

It's called self respect,  bow down to no man

Saying all that to say, you can't ban the snowman