The Return

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
See they think I'm a f*ck n*gga
But if they ever see me then they might have to duck, n*gga
Like what, n*gga?
Before your ass can answer get your whole sh*t bust, n*gga
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*gga thirsty so for rain, I pray mercy

[Hook: Danny Brown]
The return of the gangster cause n*ggas don't believe
I roll hotter than my sleeve, leave a n*gga in the street
The return of the gangster cause n*ggas got bills
This rap sh*t don't work then its back to selling krills
Return of the gangster cause n*ggas want that real
Want that old Danny Brown but n*gga I'm like chill
The return of the gangster f*ck a hipster squeeze a trigger
You got me f*cked up, I'm a hood-ass n*gga

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh
Gibbs
ES to GN
Eastside n*ggas 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 shootout if the police pull me over
This sh*t get realer than sh*t that's on your Play
Station controller
Call of Duty ass n*gga, di*k in the booty ass n*gga
Don't po' up roll no dough up and I don't get no cash with ya
Feel like f*ck the world it ain't no friends up in this business
f*ck my label show them I'm the real realest n*gga in it
Gangsta Gibbs, (n*gga) b*tch...

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta'
These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas
Your white tee turn to tie-dye, n*gga I red paint ya
Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature
It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta'
These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas
Your white tee turn to tie-dye, n*gga I red paint ya
Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature, motherf*cker