I ReTurn-Up

      Woop, Woop, Woop, Whaaaw!! [Hook: MAK] I, Return UP Return, UP I, Return, UP I Return Up, yeah Return-Up I, Return-Up Return-Up Return-Up, yeah [Verse 1: MAK] I re-up on that feet up, I'm Boss Bound like C-E bruh O you didn't know MAK, I came witta' style thas like sold crack I make my way like Frank L., standing up for myself They can't help the way that I help, pray so much I'm paid a new wealth I hit you upside the head with them shells, Super Mario 64, sells I'm a beast when I get in the well like the ring, like Lebron didn't fail Shootin' 3's like Ray, yeah what it all entails Been in that, been in there that game, bending hats til I'm wear'em out the frame Leave'em out, I'mma comb'em in the rain, talkin' bout your girl when she givin' me brain So its no doubt when I come with the pain, you feel it in your heart like veins Ay, I'm often taking my aim, part of that is shootin' down my shame Jesus forgave me so it will not remain, while they wanna see burnin' up in them flames All for the way that they put out my name, Mak Nikova been here yall just came Showing up late we already doing thangs, man these people still Wanna Be The Kang All for the way that they put out my name, Mak Nikova been here yall just came Showing up late we already doing thangs, man these people still Wanna Be The Kang [Hook] I, Return UP Return, UP I, Return, UP I Return Up, yeah [Verse 2: Nikova] Ay, I know it's about time, I do my thing and it flatlines Bringin it back like rap lines from '96 and '95 I'm no True Lie(s), matter of fact man I'm a cool vibe Kendrick Lamar, sitting in the bar, with 4 or 5 barbs tryna' fit in his car Then I turn into a Roadster, she work her legs like Toastee If she's fine I might roast her cause I don't owe you anything A pimp could make her repeat that, put them hands to you pizzaye and beat that My lines ain't cheesy call me Raw Mak, with all that beef you can fall back Unless I'm makin' money "What You Call That?" We can do it in the car, seat back I talk about God and freak tracks, write'em all inbetween my deep naps Dreamin' healing, feeling like a Boss I'll take another shot, but I'll never picture yall Doin' what I do my dude, the funeral is still gone be you I'm not talkin' about myself don't even try to play me like a fool Doin' what I do my dude, the funeral is still gone be you Try to intercept my faith in God that'a be the last thing you try to do [Hook] [Off-beat outro]