I'm Back

I do this for tha block,

I do this for the hood

I do this for tha streets 'cause the streets keep me good

I do it for tha hustlas,

I do it for tha thugs

I do it for the

Gs 'cause tha

Gs show me love

I came in tha game seventeen, real loud

Only thang on my mind, make my momma proud

Started rockin' crowds, gettin' **** from shows

And as tha fame rolls then came the hoes

Then came tha clothes, then came the cars

Next thang

I know, I'm a ghetto supastar

So here come tha haters, travelin' by tha packs

But neva mind them 'cause a, *****,

I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud

And fire it up so

I can gatha my thoughts

Mo' money, mo' problems

They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss

You see, I been on my grind for some time

And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****)

But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes

I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****,

I'm backA born boss, got nothin' to lose

Still *****nin' in the game, got nothin' to prove

Got rich independent, didn't need no deal

Had paper before

I signed, didn't need no meals

Got hustles on tha side,

I ain't got to rap

And if all else fails,

I still got tha trap

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

I don't, with you *****s, y'all snakes to me

I don't care 'bout fame ***** bein' a star

Let dem take all the pictures, just gimme his car

Then gimme his house and his watch and chain

On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name

But I guess one come with tha other

So here I go,

I'm a writin' rap hustla

I'm too blessed to complain about that

So where I gotta sign?

Take ya pictures'

Cause, *****,

I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud

And fire it up so

I can gatha my thoughts

Mo' money, mo' problems

They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss

You see, I been on my grind for some time

And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****)

But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes

I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****,

I'm backThey say tha truth will hit, so ***** it

I'm a go an' keep a hundred for tha public

I dropped already platinum but it only sold gold

And *****s lookin' at me like

I sold my soul'

Cause I'm rappin' with

D and not mista

LeeBut when ya on ya grind, sometimes ya can't see

Before Mike came and

Paul was signed

I was at interscope tryin' to find ma mind

Still tippin' wasn't toppin', three kings just dropped

And I'm a underground artist tryin' to get on top

So I listened to my label, playin' to break [Incomprehensible]

And learned a whole lotta game from that

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

And, 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*****,

I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud

And fire it up so

I can gatha my thoughts

Mo' money, mo' problems

They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss

You see, I been on my grind for some time

And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****)

But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes

I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****,

I'm back