Ray Murray - The Return lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny Brown] See they think I'm a f** n***a But if they ever see me then they might have to duck, n***a Like what, n***a? Before your a** can answer get your whole sh** bust, n***a Done rose out them ashes, drinking Fiji water Wanna pull me in that fire while I'm tryna feed my daughter Wanna snatch my momma's plate, and tell her she can't eat And we gone have us some discrepancies right here in this skreet Because the weak don't speak, get left in silence And when you don't listen, gotta speak with violence And duct tape the grandmomma, strip a man of all his honor Tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner I walk with the Gods with a tongue for the devil Tryna keep a n***a thirsty so for rain I pray mercy [Hook: Danny Brown] The return of the gangster cause n***as don't believe I roll hotter than my sleeve, leave a n***a in the street The return of the gangster cause n***as got bills This rap sh** don't work then its back to selling krills Return of the gangster cause n***as want that real Want that old Danny Brown but n***a I'm like chill The return of the gangster f** a hipster squeeze a trigger You got me f**ed up, I'm a hood-a** n***a [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Eastside n***as keep roaches in the ashtray Twenty thousand out the public housing on a bad day Drop it in the pot, if it ain't locking that's some bad yay Tryna save my soul I wish the lord would meet me half way Devil on my shoulder as I'm whipping up this yola And that motor hit the rotor ship this blow to Minnesota Only option is a shoot out if the police pull me over This sh** get realer than sh** that's on your Playstation controller Call of Duty a** n***a, dick in the booty a** n***a Don't po' up roll no dough up and I don't get no cash with ya Feel like f** the world it ain't no friends up in this business f** my label show them I'm the real realest n***a in it Gangsta Gibbs, b**h... [Outro: Freddie Gibbs] It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta' These phony a** wannabe thug perpetrators and wa*kstas Your white tee turn to tie-dye, n***a I red paint ya Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature