Return of the Real

[Verse 1] I don't look for trouble, trouble finds me I be chilling with the grilling right beside me Wisely he put his fucking eyes back in place I don’t need a case to come out a one year ace You should see my face, niggas feed you BS Bitches feed me grapes I feed off negativity its easy bait All my niggas need a plate and those that don't even hate Those that don't believe in fate Suffer from denial Its funny how I succeed I be fucking up a while How they were getting their shot While I was stuck under the bowel Drove 100 valve makes me smile My lifestyle style make it rain on the crowd A black cloud, I make a movie, nigga Act wild, Stephen King 'em, bring 'em With the flowers beds and niggas singing I’m swinging and my medallions a hundred thousand They crowd 'em in public housing 'cause I grew up round 'em What up nigga? [Chorus] Its the return of the real This ain't real The game, ain't nothing changed Except the change and these niggas looking strange The return of the real Off the brain smelling like Mary Jane And my chain I’m as raw as cocaine Its the return of the real Don't complain, up your game, maintain Keep it still shit is real in the field The return of the real and I return To whom it may concern These niggas don't learn They being burnt, burnt [Verse 2] Crispy like a nigga down in Memphis We kicking down fences Clearing out the entrance You could be my apprentice or get sent to the dentist Right off the benches shine every sentence In my attendance take off them fake pendants Them cubics and them OC's i do this like the OG's I'm realer than a death threat 25 to life debt, they ain’t cut off my lights yet Man I ain't breaking light sweat Getting diamond bright neck Forget it I do not change I put it on a nice check you already know my price range Bet it all on a dice game 6.45 and I’ve been giving back to the hood Rap robbing nutting To that G shit, you don't want it with me shit That wood for wood million would give it to you for free shit What you blow up your weed with Get high speed shit with, as long as I got the gift I don't need shit [Chorus] Its the return of the real This ain't real The game, ain't nothing changed Except the change and these niggas looking strange The return of the real Off the brain smelling like Mary Jane And my chain I’m as raw as cocaine Its the return of the real Don't complain, up your game, maintain Keep it still shit is real in the field The return of the real and I return To whom it may concern These niggas don't learn They being burnt, burnt [Verse 3] Box cutter cuttings bring Buck in These niggas ducking all over nothing 'Cause nothing is enough to get turned into dust Chrome burners you thrust 'Cause ain't no sympathy in this game for you and us Plus niggas throwing dirt on your name Who could you trust who could you call God forbid you take another fall All we got round here is crack, hip hop and ball Kids ain't kids, kids got clips cocked an’ all I'ma ball whether big or small Hood coach, I call the shots I just stand out 'cause a nigga tall No holds barred with the God I'm show five the hoes jog To the (?) for a throat job They want that gutter back No prob, I slick ….. of oil (?) They know i go hard About as hard as it is to stay out them cuffs …. me, niggas AK out this truck [Chorus] Its the return of the real This ain't real The game, ain't nothing changed Except the change and these niggas looking strange The return of the real Off the brain smelling like Mary Jane And my chain I’m as raw as cocaine Its the return of the real Don't complain, up your game, maintain Keep it still shit is real in the field The return of the real and I return To whom it may concern These niggas don't learn They being burnt, burnt