The Return (feat. Stutter Kid, HGM Mali & BornStunnaCj)

I seek a meeting with the one who sits above the table All I can tell you is, walk your ass through the desert When you're on your last breath, he'll find you, or he won't Now I know I said I'm done with rap tried to front, now I'm back Hunted it for a better life, found it and it told me wait Left me for the new year, Uber to the airport Anything you need girl, I got you what you asked for Open doors, cash drawers, bended over backwards Great sex, my trust our happy home no reason for no answer Treated like a villain or someone who just got cancer Lying in the jungle where the truth is all that matters I'm screaming you can't hear me cause I need to be wrong Hated for my talent and the way I drop bombs I tell it like it is, I'm the king of my throne Loco in the membrane and I got it going on Now it's money over bitches, every verse that I rap I say this is the return, no it's not a comeback Time to finish what I started, no distractions on my mind I keep my eye on the target, I feel your pain like I'm blind Never seen a man fight so hard to end up back to where he started I have served and I will be of service Now would you show your fealty to the M.O.B. Huh, ring finger right Yeah Alright, here we go I accept this offering and your fealty and Mr. Wicked, Mahabbah Just like John Wick, I left the game for a chick Hung my spurs then returned on my HunchoGang drip HGM we get new money from our fame like a spout Making movies and music, not have to worry about a drought Leveled up bought a truck, sold a house, bought a house Living lavish as f*ck, we getting rich like that mouse With so much cheddar, life's better, don't even need me a spouse Just need the mic and my fam and we'll meet outside your crib bitch I'm so sadistic, I grab my big dick Dance like Michael Jackson, moonwalking through your district I'll call my crip friends and my blood ones Bodies in the street, I'm talking bout a fucking dozen Know where my loved ones and the haters too Without you speaking bout me, they wouldn't know me and this wouldn't be cool We came to get the party started, hand me a brew And crank the system all the way up You know how we do Damn, this motherfucker's crazy I told you he was down We got him to cut his finger off Now give me my $20 F*ck