The Return (ft. Danny Brown)

The Return
See they think I'm a f*** ni***
But if they ever see me then they might have to duck, ni***
Like what, ni***?
Before your ass can answer get your whole shit bust, ni***
Done rose out them ashes, drinking Fiji water
Wanna pull me in that fire while I'm tryna feed my daughter
Wanna snatch my momma's plate, and tell her she can't eat
And we gone have us some discrepancies right here in this skreet
Because the weak don't speak, get left in silence
And when you don't listen, gotta speak with violence
And duct tape the grandmomma, strip a man of all his honor
Tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner
I walk with the Gods with a tongue for the devil
Tryna keep a ni*** thirsty so for rain, I pray mercy

The return of the gangster cause niggas don't believe
I roll hotter than my sleeve, leave a ni*** in the street
The return of the gangster cause niggas got bills
This rap shit don't work then its back to selling krills
Return of the gangster cause niggas want that real
Want that old Danny Brown but ni*** I'm like chill
The return of the gangster f*** a hipster squeeze a trigger
You got me fuc*** up, I'm a hood-ass ni***
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh
Gibbs
ES to GN
Eastside niggas keep roaches in the ashtray
Twenty thousand out the public housing on a bad day
Drop it in the pot, if it ain't locking 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 that motor hit the rotor ship this blow to Minnesota
Only option is a shootout if the police pull me over
This shit get realer than shit that's on your PlayStation controller
Call of Duty ass ni***, dick in the booty ass ni***
Don't po' up roll no dough up and I don't get no cash with ya
Feel like f*** the world it ain't no friends up in this business
Fuck my label show them I'm the real realest ni*** in it
Gangsta Gibbs, (nigga) bitch...

It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta'
These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas
Your white tee turn to tie-dye, ni*** I red paint ya
Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature
It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta'
These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas
Your white tee turn to tie-dye, ni*** I red paint ya
Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature, motherfuc***