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