I'm Back

[Hook] I never let you down, I’ma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard I'm gonna ball, on them squares I float Quarter-million dollar cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may seem he might be But no matter what they doing, they don’t do it like me Like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at In a flash like that Recognize I'm back! Strike a match, catch a fire [Verse 1] Any moment I decide that's enough of all your lies Boy, your buzz just died Step inside, super-fly, to the shoes in their coupe Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do My desire to retire grow with every new crew Cause these guys, they don't ride like my nigga, you too Tight jeans, funny haircuts dancing on the screen There's a drought of real niggas in the game, so it seems Just pretend to holla, pimping, give the shit a black eye eye Next he say he trapping in my head I’m like: "why?" Be yourself; you ain't got a pimp bone in your body I can tell you ain't never bought a key or caught a body Nigga probably just seen Wayne, Gucci Mane Me and Boosie all go to prison Now he flipping hoes, every nigga tripping Listen dude, for you that ain't in the cards Thank the power's in the guns But overall it's in your heart Nowadays I don’t know what's up with niggas in the A Guess he think he in the game but he really in the way: Violating. I was having conversations in the joint But guess who done it? And I promised I would put you on point I’m disappointed in you, dogg, you ain't hold it down at all But I ain't going at your jaw, just going to show you how to ball Standing tall through the storm, on the yard or in the dorms Cats in prison who expecting me to represent for them [Hook] [Verse 2] Strike a match, catch a fire, see T.I. add gas What's a Molotov cocktail that never break a glass Still I am, partnas want to come for me you better bring it I ain’t mad I forgive them, God I know they ain't mean it Yeah I seen it all before, hate I'm popping and they ain't Wrack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can’t Ain't that lame, but then that hatred manifest to pure malice I’m no longer being callous, I’m gonna let you niggas have it Won’t be satisfied until somebody dies and I'm patiently waiting on Me and the reaper on a first name basis now I’m a let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you But know that we could take it any place you wanna take it too Hating in your blood, Cuz. Yes, it’s just too late for you All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice Keep it up an Imma send you ass to chill wit Aunt Joyce Hey, you can have the bottom, partner I'm up in the sky box I got shit locked down nigga why stop now I'm so above you, hover over suckers why drop down I’m so profound, it goes down, and I never let you down