Ok I will return, even if the sun don’t shine I stay on high alert
Moving the bars, I keep it hard like this shit hurts
Putting my soul into your heart then move it inwards
Even though you don’t know me like I’m an intern
So I’ll do this shit first, people do this shit worse
I don’t even know how they bumping from being brick turds
But that’s just the way that it goes
If they all full of shit they gonna pull on these hoes
I guess I’m cynical, yet my shit is clinical
I’m hitting like it’s critical, I rap like I’m a miracle
They rap shit sound so pitiful, like shitting in a kitty bowl
I guess I’m gonna simmer down, and focus on this city gold
My music might be shitty though, like what this shit gone really hold
And I just keep on being bold and focus on the feelings sold
And peeling back these meanings told and seeing what I’m dealing mold
And (break)
I keep on working on my shit ok
See a couple other rapper make their shithole break
I got a couple little baddies tryna cuff this tape
And the world sound surprised cause it’s all homemade
Yuh yeah I will return
“You mean we, dude it’s our tape. I did half the work so it’s we will return”
“I’m sorry did you wanna rap?”
“Wai-what? Uhh”
“Get the fuck out of here you’re ruining my verse”
Aye but this shit ain’t none of my fault
I’m not the one that put these rappers into setting default.
Put my all into the sound but get half back what I bought
Now I’m running in my zone but get cut back with a loss
But passing the floss and racking the bosse
While packing the awe and yet somehow I still get back in the toss
I’m going back to the raw and eating raps like I’m jaws
With killer snaps and a (quick break) pause
I’m still the kid but I’m on
I keep the trash in the garbage
Cuz I’m actually honest
I’m just a master and flawless
Bit of cap to kick knowledge
I’m just a asshole in joggers
Who going fast on a record
With just tad bit of slaughter
To keep the mass from the standard
Cuz it’s a fact that I’m hammered
Unless my dad hear this jam
Cuz then I’ll piss in a cup, I just thank God I’m a planner
So you can still talk shit hoe, cuz me and carson lit yo
He draw up all the music I just write down all the rest yo
It’s time for y’all to let go, cuz me and my amigo
Ain’t ever gonna be broke... starting now
Yeah we will return