I'm Back

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 a*s 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 f**k the bitch a*s reporter whoever wrote the story (f**k em) You motherf**kers 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 a*s 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