I’m Back

I do this for the block (Block)

I do this for the hood (Hood)

I do this for the streets 'cause the streets keep me good (Keep me good)

I do it for the hustlers, I do it for the thugs (Thugs)

I do it for the Gs 'cause the Gs show me love (Show me love)

I came in the game

Seventeen, real loud

Only thing on my mind, make my momma proud

Started rockin' crowds, gettin' dope from shows

And as the fame roll, then came the hoes

Then came the clothes, then came the cars

Next thing I know, I'm a ghetto superstar

So here come the haters, travelin' by the packs

But never mind them 'cause, uh

Bitch, I'm back

I pour up a cup, fill the swisher with cud

And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts (Let's get high)

Mo' money, mo' problems, they say

That's how it is when you live like a boss (Like a boss)

You see, I been on my grind for some time

And the streets thought a **** fell off (Hell nah, ****)

But if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'ma still be well off

'Cause bitch I'm back

A born boss, got nothin' to lose

Still shinin' in the game, got nothin' to prove

Got rich independent, didn't need no deal

Had paper 'fore I signed, didn't need no mill'

Got hustles on the side, I ain't got to rap

And if all else fails, I still got the trap

I don't fuck with you rappers, y'all fake to me

I don't fuck with you majors, y'all snakes to me

I don't care 'bout fame, fuck bein' a star

Let them take all the pictures, just gimme this car

Then gimme this house, and this watch and chain

On the bank account, credit cards, jot my name

But I guess one come with the other

So here I go, I'm a writin' rap hustler

I'm too blessed to complain about that

So where I gotta sign? Take yo' pictures

'Cause bitch I'm back

I pour up a cup, fill the swisher with cud

And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts (Let's get high)

Mo' money, mo' problems, they say

That's how it is when you live like a boss (Like a boss)

You see, I been on my grind for some time

And the streets thought a **** fell off (Hell nah, ****)

But, if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'ma still be well off

'Cause bitch I'm back

They say the truth will hit, so fuck it

I'ma gon' keep 100 for the public (That's right)

I dropped "Already Platinum", but it only sold gold

And **** lookin' at me like I sold my soul

'Cause I'm rappin with P and not Mr. Lee

But when you on yo' grind, sometimes you can't see (You can't see)

Before Mike, Kam and Paul was signed

I was at Interscope tryna to find my mind

"Still Tippin'" wasn't poppin', 3 Kings just dropped

And I'm a underground artist tryna get on top

So, I listened to my label, planned to break X

And learned a whole lotta game from that

Just stay true, my ****, and do you

And fuck what another tryin' to tell you to do

Continue to spit facts, you can bump in them 'Lacs

And, oh yeah, this a Lee track

Bitch, I'm back

I pour up a cup, fill the swisher with cud

And fire it up so I can gather my thoughts (Let's get high)

Mo' money, mo' problems, they say

That's how it is when you live like a boss (Like a boss)

You see, I been on my grind for some time

And the streets thought a **** fell off (Hell nah, ****)

But, if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'ma still be well off

'Cause bitch I'm back