Tha Ruler's Back

Here I Go

Ladies and gentlemen, come one, come all
First of all, before we get started
I'd like to thank you all for coming out tonight
On this very special evening
As I reintroduce you to
The man that you once all loved, Youngin
And this here, what you are about to witness and listen to
Is the last one in the collection
Youngin Is... (Yeah)

I was born into single mothers and dead-beat dads
And baby mothers concealing kids because she's mad
At the fact that the father doesn't want her no more
But she's happy for the food stamps and Tanif galore
Just some of the bullshit we normalize as blacks
In fact, relax a minute while I'm taking you back
To the 90s, when MJ was running the game
Literally Michael Johnson was running to claim
The gold medal, while mothers used that shit for the chicken
And dope boys used it for something different, stay with me
Life ain't cute it's pretty fucked up
Niggas working hard to make it out hoping they luck up
'cause in America ain't nothing in the favor of blacks
And whenever they give it to us they be taking it back
You don't believe me then do your googles on Black Wall Street
That's why we so aggressive nigga back up off me
Resurrected the name to end it where I began
Yeah, Youngin is back run and go tell a friend (sheesh)
Born and raised in the D.o.C
An introduction into the ending of who I be Youngin

The Ruler's Back
So off we go let the trumpets blow
And I'm from D.C. if you ain't know
The ruler's back
So off we go let the trumpets blow
And I'm from D.C

Niggas taking penitentiary chances
Just to blow the chini on hoes giving them sexual advances
That they sometimes disguise as exotic dances
Fucking for the money they don't know what romance is
Daddy wasn't there, mommy don't pay attention
Need to start a mission to Iyanla for an intervention
Reminiscing on back when I was 7 or 8
Witnessing my sis rap man I thought she was great
So great that I picked it up and I ran with it
So I gotta make her proud every time that I spit it
That's why I spew it with venom, put my fangs in them
The pain it seeps in them, they become a victim and I kill them
Every time, every line of every rhyme
To boost a niggas mind is how I'm designed
I'm, avoiding crime while I'm murdering beats
I mean the track I produced it I'm murder on beats (sheesh)

The Ruler's Back
So off we go let the trumpets blow
And I'm from D.C. if you ain't know
The ruler's back
So off we go let the trumpets blow
And I'm from D.C

Had to change the name back 'cause fuck your legacy
Almost make me wish my mother would've aborted the pregnancy
And I heard about you, when she was pregnant
Don't think that I forgot it for a second fucking peasant
Only reason I ain't fuck you over 'cause I might regret it
Just know that thought lingers in my mind and it's embedded
I was holding the beast back but you done fed it
Now I'm angry, niggas 'bout to get beheaded
By this lyrical guillotine, you softer than Krispy Kreme
And niggas know this flow hard from here to the Philippines
All about Ghetty Green like Project Pat
When you try to take off they try to offset that
But when you on a mission gotta be equipped with tunnel vision
Even if you whipping in the kitchen nigga ain't no difference
Listen, I know you don't want lyrical rap
So this my last album before I permanently nap
The ruler's back