Lyrics of 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, drinkin’ fiji water
Wanna pull me in that fire while i’m trynna feed my daughter
Wanna snatch my momma plate, and tell her she can’t eat?
And we gon’ have us some discrepancies right here in this street
Because the weak don’t speak, get left in silence
And when you don’t listen, gotta speak with violence
Then duck-tape the grandmama – strip him, man, it’s all designer
Out here tryna be a g, now you wish you a goner
I walk with the gods with a tounge for the devil
Tryna keep a nigga thirsty so for rain i pray, mercy

The return of the gangster, ’cause niggas don’t believe
I will hide it in my… leave a nigga in the street
The return of the gangster, ’cause niggas got bills
This rap shit don’t work, then its back to selling krills
The return of the gangster, ’cause niggas want that real
Want that old danny brown, but nigga, i’m like “chill”
The return of the gangster, fuck a 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 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 whippin’ up this yola
In that motor, hit the road and ship the blow to minnesota
Only option is a shoot out if the police pull me over
This shit get realer than shit that’s on your playstation controller
Call-of-duty-ass nigga, dick-in-the-booty ass nigga
Don’t po’ up, roll no dope up and i don’t get no cash with ya
Feel like “fuck the world”, it ain’t no friends up in this business
Fucked my label, showed ‘em i’m the realest nigga in it
Gangsta gibbs, bitch…

It’s the return of the gangster thanks to…
These phony-ass, wannabe thug perpetrators and wanksters
Your white t’ll turn to tie-dye, nigga, i’ll red-paint ya
Won’t stress or cry about it ’cause it’s not in my nature, motherfucker…
I said it’s the return of the gangster thanks to…
These phony-ass, wannabe thug perpetrators and wanksters
Your white t’ll turn to tie-dye, nigga, i’ll red-paint ya
Won’t stress or cry about it ’cause it’s not in my nature, motherfucker…