The Return
They want me to busta rhyme
So I'm back up on my bullshit
Extended the flow, you can get a full clip
Disrespecting flows
Acting Like y'all can't get hit
When we aim, we shoot, wont miss
Leave you with evangelist
Like the many movements
They gone have to cancel this
I don't give a fuck
Imma say what Imma say
If you don't like it, do something
Don't talk to me
Been quiet enough
Been silent enough
Gotta get these verses out
With all this heat
I'm seeing a drought
I'm seeing some doubt
Ya favorite rappers they afraid to come out
They used to having clout
This aint what They need
This that Ready to Die
Blended with Life After
Just to watch you niggaz bleed
Just to answer What's beef
You better pray you're born again
I Hope you niggaz sleep
You're fucking with a King
Disrespect my team, you can die slow
Wonder who I be
You should already know
Imma turn it up a notch
If you go against the code
You thought I was done
I Just had to reload
Here we come
Here we come
Better run
Better run
Here we come
Here we come
Too late to run
Y'all done started something
Lets Go
Deadlyforce and I'm back again
Aint a rerun but What's Happening
Wanted me to drown
I had to swim
Now I'm going after them
Every accolade, I want them now
I refuse to dumb it down
Yall looking like a bunch of clowns
Striking out, when I'm on the mound
Like Tony, they try-na breathe again
I'm in the Range, bumpin Many Men
As the Lord forgive another sin
Feeling like, I loss another friend
Cuz shit was hard when they disappeared
But now that we up, them niggaz reappeared
Bitch niggaz, acting like shit sweet
Try-na play they part, like they Memphis Bleek
Y'all don't know what I've been through
And don't you try to guess
I've returned to make major moves
And get some shit up off my chest
Ammunition for intuition
Azo lead, I play my position
Da L.A.B., we cooking in the kitchen
Put that on Roe, we are on a mission
To make ourself a household name
Just to show em how far we came
Aint doing it for money nor fame
We doing this, just to change the game
They like nigga, get off Bigs Dick
My response, glad you're listening
Try-na bring joy like a Christening
Ya favorite rappers, don't even mention them
No competition, I do what I do
I aint concern with your every move
I live by, my own rules
I'm returning, just to show you
Y'all don't know what I've been through
And don't you try to guess
I've returned to make major moves
And get some shit up off my chest
So I'm back up on my bullshit
Extended the flow, you can get a full clip
Disrespecting flows
Acting Like y'all can't get hit
When we aim, we shoot, wont miss
Leave you with evangelist
Like the many movements
They gone have to cancel this
I don't give a fuck
Imma say what Imma say
If you don't like it, do something
Don't talk to me
Been quiet enough
Been silent enough
Gotta get these verses out
With all this heat
I'm seeing a drought
I'm seeing some doubt
Ya favorite rappers they afraid to come out
They used to having clout
This aint what They need
This that Ready to Die
Blended with Life After
Just to watch you niggaz bleed
Just to answer What's beef
You better pray you're born again
I Hope you niggaz sleep
You're fucking with a King
Disrespect my team, you can die slow
Wonder who I be
You should already know
Imma turn it up a notch
If you go against the code
You thought I was done
I Just had to reload
Here we come
Here we come
Better run
Better run
Here we come
Here we come
Too late to run
Y'all done started something
Lets Go
Deadlyforce and I'm back again
Aint a rerun but What's Happening
Wanted me to drown
I had to swim
Now I'm going after them
Every accolade, I want them now
I refuse to dumb it down
Yall looking like a bunch of clowns
Striking out, when I'm on the mound
Like Tony, they try-na breathe again
I'm in the Range, bumpin Many Men
As the Lord forgive another sin
Feeling like, I loss another friend
Cuz shit was hard when they disappeared
But now that we up, them niggaz reappeared
Bitch niggaz, acting like shit sweet
Try-na play they part, like they Memphis Bleek
Y'all don't know what I've been through
And don't you try to guess
I've returned to make major moves
And get some shit up off my chest
Ammunition for intuition
Azo lead, I play my position
Da L.A.B., we cooking in the kitchen
Put that on Roe, we are on a mission
To make ourself a household name
Just to show em how far we came
Aint doing it for money nor fame
We doing this, just to change the game
They like nigga, get off Bigs Dick
My response, glad you're listening
Try-na bring joy like a Christening
Ya favorite rappers, don't even mention them
No competition, I do what I do
I aint concern with your every move
I live by, my own rules
I'm returning, just to show you
Y'all don't know what I've been through
And don't you try to guess
I've returned to make major moves
And get some shit up off my chest
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lindsay
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