I'm Back

Sorry fa Cussin

I'm back Mr. Magic City

Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead

You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money

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

(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah) I'm (Jyeah)

I'm back Mr. Magic City

Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead

You woulda thought 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 fell or succeed I don't know what's worse (shit)

I don't know what's worse (aaa)

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 niggas you love got hate in their blood

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

When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ

All that I've done will you protect my life?

Maybe, maybe not, until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock

You wanna see my bank statement; I got no problems with that

300 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 (yep, listen up)

I got some child support for you,

Get off your ass bitch and get you a job

Tell your other 3 baby daddy's to sell dope or rob

My son got everything in this world that I never had

So one thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad (nope)

When you're the one that shoulda been exposed

Unfit mother still playin withcha nose

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

And this aint about him she just a money hungry bitch

I been here before, they boxed me in corna (whatcha do nigga)

And I came out fighting

They locked me in a cell and I came out writing (yeah, I say I came out wrtitin)

Lock my body you can't trap my mind

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

Call me paranoid I think the walls is listening(shhhh)

But if them walls could talk (what'd they say)

I probably never get to see the daylight

I gave it to em raw mixtape after mixtape (yeah)

I had niggas waiting on the album

I shoulda got five mics in the Source

Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche (haha)

They sat I aint lyrical

I wasn't tryna impress yall niggas

If hatin was a crime they'd arrest yall niggas

Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life

The streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes

I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes

Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life

I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes

(yeah I know you aint done em)

I'm back, better than before

Matter fact I'm better than ever

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

So CNN worried bout little ol me

Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever wrote the story (Fuck em)

You motherfuckers don't know shit about me (naw)

What I been through or where I came from (a)

When Shit got hard I stayed I aint run

So you can blame the government they made me this way

See the pain in my eyes you don't? see me cry

Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? (who got it?)

Real Talk: I'll make us a way

Get rich or Ima go to jail tryin

Uncle Sam aint never gave me shit

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

How the hell you expect me to be drug free

When George Bush aint 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 feelin like

I shouldn't love myself

I practice what I preach, I preaches what I practice(yes)

A hundred thou unda my mattress (Let's get it)

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 an album better than my first one

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

The other one after that will better than my last

So real talk yall can kiss my ass

This is the beginning of the beginning

I am the future (say what)

You niggas are a thing of the past

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

So all that ridiculing man I'm not the one

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

I say all that to say You Cant Ban The Snowman