Awaited Return

Long awaited, over hated, underrated, all that shit
Yea, but I'm back nigga
Beat-Theiphz, what it does bro?, let's get it

Yeah I'm back, yeah bitch I'm back
Got them burning on these tracks, gone and turn this to the max
Yeah I'm back, yeah bitch I'm back
Got them burning on these tracks, gone and turn this to the max
Yea, Yeah bitch I'm back
Gone and turn this to the max, got them burning on these tracks
Yeah I'm back, yeah bitch I'm back
Yeah I'm back, bitch I'm back

Yea I'm fresh up out the camp, fresh up out the camp
Bitch you heard the vibes, I'm certified stamped
Speakers on max, fucking up the amp
Better get in, where you fit in, cause shit been feeling cramped
Don't ya step into the ring, with the King, I'm the champ
Know it's more to come, I'm just giving yall a samp
On this road to riches, rolling up this ramp
Shinning brighter than the sun, while they shinning like a lamp
Yelling, fuck the world, might just treat her like a tramp
Say my rhymes get her wet, and them panties, stay on damp
She tie that hair up, put it in a clamp
Then proceed to suck me dry, like a God damn vamp
Yall don't know the meaning, till you seen it
Fiends fiending, beaming, leaning on them scheming demons
Dreaming, can you hear them screaming?
So shut up, stop and listen, cooking, get up out my kitchen
Niggas cannot stop the mission, killing all the opposition

Yeah I'm back, yeah bitch I'm back
Got them burning on these tracks, gone and turn this to the max
Yeah I'm back, yeah bitch I'm back
Got them burning on these tracks, gone and turn this to the max (Yea)

Yea, I'm Ba to the ck, name a game, that we play
Same lames, no leeway, Glock bang bang, if the heat spray
Can't maintain, niggas be fake
Know the Flame came, for a week straight
Hit the studio, just to drop hits
Ain't no way them ho's, can stop this
Quick to hate, say I don't have a place, on yo top list
Girlfriend over my place, her titties out, she topless
Never play on my top, while she giving top, it don't stop bitch
Drop top, might spin the block
Yea you seen ya opp, but didn't pop shit
Fuck the cops, you taking L's, want you locked, stay in jail
Game of life, play it well, like the post office, making mail
Controversy, they say it sells, Flocaine, gotta weigh it well
How you real, when you fake as hell
Man they keep me laughing, like Dave Chappelle

Yeah I'm back, yeah bitch I'm back
Got them burning on these tracks, gone and turn this to the max
Yeah I'm back, yeah bitch I'm back
Got them burning on these tracks, gone and turn this to the max
Yea, Yeah bitch I'm back
Gone and turn this to the max, got them burning on these tracks
Yeah I'm back, yeah bitch I'm back
Yeah I'm back, bitch I'm back



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Writer(s): Michael O. Parker
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