The Return lyrics

[Intro: Third World Man]
Six million dollar cyan buy my soul
I ain’t no bionic man

[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
Then we gon' have us some discrepancies right here in this street
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 it's 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
[Break 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Ugh
Gibbs
E-S to the G-N

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
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 halfway
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 PlayStation controller
Call of Duty ass n*gga, di*k-in-the-booty-ass n*gga
Don't pour or roll no dough up, then I don't get no cash with you
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

[Break: Freddie Gibbs]
Gangsta Gibbs
n*gga
b*tch...

[Hook 2: Freddie Gibbs]
It's the return of the gangsta, thanks to
These phony-ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas
Your white tee turn to tie-dye, n*gga, I red-paint you
Won't stress or cry about it, 'cause it's not in my nature
It's the return of the gangsta, thanks to
These phony-ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas
Your white tee turn to tie-dye, n*gga, I red-paint you
Won't stress or cry about it, 'cause it's not in my nature, motherf*cker