What y'all muthafuckas really got for me? Get lit, spit, rip shit is my philosophy Roll an eighth of broccoli take a lesson in botany Split the dutchie hit it & get in touch with astronomy Lifted when I write like I got the fury of god in me Dropped a mixtape when I heard u niggaz forgot of me This is The Return, took all the shit that I've learned Since my last joint, improved, it's goin down like the economy Aw man, u niggaz better apologize Fuck is doin doubtin? I been the truth since a toddler size Took a year off committing homicides, Back on my grizzy you in the way then I'm leaving ya momma traumatized All about the dollar signs, seven figure salary Runnin laps around u cats and I ain't burn a calorie Y'all content with bein satisfactory, Had to sun u niggas jus to get u charged up like solar batteries Chorus (If I had a million dollars) if I had a fat stack I'd make u rappers fall back (If I had a million dollars) blow it all and make it back before u had a chance to react When I get in my mode I go retarded Name another artist harder than me I'll harm em regardless And make him a martyr, take his daughter stick her face in the water I'm a bad motherfucker making way for the slaughter I hate to be bothered if u ain't talkin money, we ain't talkin Knew you wasn't bout it when you walked in Half steppin happens more than often, if he frontin, ima off him He gon meet his maker making up a coffin for his bitch ass You get that? Crackin heads faster than a whiplash Like if you seen a big ass in a whip goin 60 miles past the speed limit, these niggas wanna brawl But they wouldn't make a move if they knew the shit I saw Growing up, nobody gave a fuck if I made it Matter fact I had to act like it was enough that you hated Takin all the criticism given to me and it ain't even Like it hurt me as a person niggas thought it make me worser BITCH! You out yo goddamn mind, If you can't see me talent then you legally blind I don't need to remind, you niggas bout how when I see its my time That ima grip the shit up out industry til I'm flyin Private to Islands that I purchased with money from my advance Recording with artists before who'd never gimme a chance, hoe I got the short end of the stick in the beginning Now I'm winning, my victory is a given I'm living my nigga What you thought this was, a therapy sesh? When I lay the ink down it ain't a Rorschach test Or a tattoo shop, can't knock it, give that dude props He got them raps on lock, and why not? Nobody else I know has stepped up to the plate to take a swing Aaaaand a miss I guess I came to do my thing But the thiiiing with it is the second that it's batter up, you outta luck I win the game striking gold, you striking out cuz what you rhyming bout Is wack as fuck! (Nigga) But you thought that it would sell Well it probably won't, but neither will mine, And I can tell Because I spit the truth, & niggas never been able to handle it So take this as a fucking reprimanding bitch

Verse 1 Live from the six hundred and nine Small town where everybody got nothin but time So I took some of mine, to make music now I use it Spittin rhymes that'll send a shiver up through your spine Doing this for life was part of the plan, Somethin happened with the pen, cuz it's practically attached to my hand Writin passages and quotes in every one of my notes I be in class with the worlds shortest attention span Cuz like, i dont make music for the fuck of it I make shit that makes people feel my energy because of it But I ain't have to tell you none of that cuz if you couldn't see it Please believe it you are Cousin It South jersey niggas runnin shit best believe it's goin down Deadbeat up on the boards & he my nigga world renowned For the sound of that MPC GOAT with the MVP of MP3, I tell em Chorus *609 that's where I lay my head down* Told the whole world, so nobody gon forget now For too long I been sweatin where I'm from But the best is yet to come from the best out, I tell em *609 that's where I first started rappin* Didn't care about nobody else so I just let it happen Couple years later on my grind I get it crackin But don't trip, there's still room on the bandwagon Verse 2 I don't know what you heard about me But I'm feelin like you probably be worried bout me Rollin deep, lookin like its a herd around me & we jus sparked the dutch, It's absurd how cloudy And loud we, keep them packs under wraps until we finish tracks Spit a rap, kick back, green crack, get shmacked Like that, relax and take a blunt to the face And celebrate my victory cuz I'm in love with the taste When I was 16, I felt like I was running in place Now I'm 20 and it's funny how I'm running a race Too Many rappers in the game who only in it for the fame Fuck my name, I need you to remember my face You'd think in such a small town that's easy to do, true But put on different shoes, you being me, me being you & give me all this free entertainment I'll look back, smile and say "don't forget me when you're famous" Verse 3 Nah this is not a diss track, This is me literally tellin you to get back Naw, for real, this is me, Brendan G., warning you, your crew, don't matter who To put the mic down, your shit is laughable I have to do you niggas dirty (Pause) Like my laundry, did it bright and early (Draws) All you rappers acting girly nigga where's your (Balls)? Makin drake look like a mercenary (Awww) [So tell me what I gotta] do or say to make a million bucks right quick So I can look at you, laugh and tell you suck my dick I ain't really plan on selling out unless I get sick Cuz everybody from my town is gonna bump my shit I said what I gotta do To make a buck right quick? I ain't really tryna sell my soul just to hit a lick I'd rather make as much music as I can before I kick Cuz everybody in the world is gonna bump my shit

Verse 1 Hey you, what's that sound? Everybody dance when the speakers pound I been to hella parties in this fucked up town This the first time that I been punch drunk now You're not from here, don't see you around Tell me something bout you, I love yo style Yo smile got a nigga wild Girl like you come by once in a while Hold yo hips while I'm talkin to you You start grindin up on ME Asking me what I wanna do Girl u know I'm tryna BEAT Pullin me by my belt, it's time to leave Came by myself, now u beside of me Shut ya mouth, we ain't tryna wake the neighbors up Just come and ride up on top of me, oooh Bridge (Sing) Baby I don't think, that you're ready for what I'm about to do to you Got the speakers right here, put the Weeknd on to get u in the mood You can just ride it, ride it Don't be actin shy I know I like it You like it, bite ya lip as you glide Eyes opened up wide, I spread your legs and go inside Chorus I make her scream "ah ah ah" When I hit it in her spot, girl don't u lie Afraid to tell your friends how you came again cuz then the same friends might wanna try But it's aight, as long as you down to ride, Ima keep you by my side Just one night is all I need to change your life, come with me and if you'd like I'm tryna get you in my room, life won't ever be the same Body flexin, get you sweatin bet you ain't forget my name Rip them motherfuckin panties off unless you want em stained I'm just sayin, I'm not playin witcha baby lets get crazy toniiiiiight Verse 2 Girl I'm a fan, whippin the kitten like damn, fuck is you kiddin me? I am not little league, literally I'm the man With you in the palm of my hand Get you to hold it, & honey I'm golden The rest is all up to me The room froze n you were chosen to live out your favorite Disney movie Prince Charming in the morning, darling but a villain in the night Guarantee about a minute in of lickin a little bit of your cream fillin it'll make you quiver on sight, that's right I'm the man of the streets, and a man of my word, so after this rap end Skip the after party, let's get naughty at my pad - damn Said I don't be out too often I'm lost in your embrace She said I like your style, boy I said I like your taste Let's skip the talking cuz these days it ain't so commonplace My generation lost but all it means is ain't no time to waste Til you're on the next, good riddance but it won't be finished any time soon Even if you tried, you ain't never gonna find Any other nigga better who can make it wetter Who gon build the pressure, who can give u pleasure Who's about whatever Whether We together or not, I promise that forever You'll remember us, on that night When I pulled you aside and had you get on top and Ride, ride My baby love it when she Ride, ride She drive me crazy when she Ride, ride My lovely lady down to Ride, ride

Pardon if I'm being too blunt The moment that you caught my eye my heart was doing too much, yea Its been a while since I seen a girl like you Forget your problems, one day it'll be alright, you (Breathe me into your lungs) And let it out You got the kinda body gotta tell my friends about They notice everywhere we go, they always checkin out But they'll never take you from me That's the gods honest truth I need u here in the booth Every time we take a trip it's to the fountain of youth You give me so much more than happiness when I'm wrapping you tight I hope u didn't have plans, I'm packing it in tonight But we can take it slow, just let me know We can go anywhere that, you wanna go Either hold me down, or pass me by With u by my side I, can touch the sky So let's take it slow, I'll let u know, I can go anywhere that, u want to go U always hold me down, my ride or die My little lady and I, bout, to touch the sky Knew I had to do u just once Even tho my parents told me were nothing but trouble babe I been thru hell and back tryna defend your name I guess society ain't on the same time frame Breathe me into your lungs, and believe things will get better I got my, left brain telling me to take a chill, But my will is telling me you're the right one Its so good when its like this Got my soul clenched in a tight fist Anybody wanna try me, highly likely they leaving enlightened Survivin the times in the sky taking flight like a pilot Only people I need, me and my bitch I love it when she under my skin they say this type of fun is everybody's favorite sin I play to win, what else would I play for? If I put in, i expect what I paid for Real shit, niggas think I'm acorn If she's loud I'm the type to let her say more Take your pick, ima stick to this grip like a skateboard Bomb shit packed in this zip ain't a claymore Act like u know what I'm talking about When u walk in my house no coughing allowed

There's gonna be a point in time where you have to recognize I'm the man of the year Got my competition with no pot to piss in and they standing in fear The commander is here And he gave me strict permission if you plan to interfere then I can end your career I'm the nigga you ain't never wanna see I'm the nigga when u hear me on a beat you start to contemplate defeat Cuz the heat, that I be letting out is just a faint reminder of the fire that I started sparking underneath your seat Get yo ass up, this ain't a opportunity to pass up U been spitting lies with ya lines but u not an actor I factored in the fact that u other rappers are Wacker And I ain't ever worried of u taking something I'm after The head that I was given to rest atop of my shoulders Has a mind that lets other rappers think that I'm older 20 years and I ain't never had to stop to grease the motor He been throwing blows to everyone and kept his composure Through it all, but I been through enough to pull me over the edge Fallin down a bipolar soldier thrown from the ledge All around me is the fear that I'll peak too soon I stomach it and hope that I don't wake up dead Cuz that would be a shame Take my life and rearrange everything The simple truth, I spit it plain But to you it's all the same Private plane, Mary Jane, fuck a dame Here we go again, I already forgot ya name

My momma told me to get a job I'm like, no prob, I got that shit in the bag But I just tell her that to, get her off of my back Cuz where my mind is, sometimes I just want to focus on rap I feel the problem arises when I don't prioritize all the shit I'm dealing with - I see these niggas cakin makin millions They writing lyrics you could barely hit the ceiling with I'm tryna get on cloud 9, some atmospheric shit I thought about changing the way that I carry myself But then I thought some more and I'd rather bury myself I live my life too authentic to let a critic Tell me I ain't what they lookin for so I should be somebody else I swear I came into this game with no intention To be as good as I am with the pen, so my suggestion is To keep it low key in the public to draw attention Off the fact that niggas out here jealous when they see perfection in the flesh Strong words, not saying I'm the best But I did the groundwork others happen to neglect I'm lookin at it open mindedly, tryna be reflective Shittin on the next man jackin trends to get a check Look, maybe I'm old fashioned But I remember a time when gat clapping, ass slapping, backpacking, wack bragging, mad tacky niggas couldn't advance What, you wrote a song about drugs and got you some fans? What about your homies in the struggle lifting them cans? Real killers who have to make a livin whippin in pans? Think you gave back to ya hood cuz you invented up a dance When racist cops are dropping us for fuckin lifting our pants At the end you wasn't saying shit The ones who saying shit just looking for a name to flip, I understand it As an independent artist I can keep it candid But for y'all, you go against the Grainge, you getting reprimanded My music heads will notice that one Rapping with a chip on my shoulder since I came back from South Street where street niggas ten deep ran my pockets Cuz I beat em in a battle in front of bitches they got and scooped em up Like a ground ball, that's why these hood niggas I can't hang around y'all It's like the second they think someone bout to clown, all Bets are deaded, fuck that level headed talk, they letting rounds off So ima sound off with this Life is never a guarantee That's why you see me treadin carefully Ain't prepared to be another body in the cemetery Rarely speaking up unless somebody asking But because my people dying had to give you my reaction My voice is for the voiceless up until they close captions Toe tagging brothers undercover like assassins Land of the free, man I didn't imagine this shit could happen This is more than rap

Back when I started spittin, I didn't have me a clue as to What I was doing whether or not I should keep doin it Didn't think that the ink in the pen would create music I went from chartin a blueprint to starting a movement There ain't no marketing to it man, I did it by my lonesome Lookin at artists influence to see if I know some Needed to separate my fate with what the clones done And since I originate they try to fake like I owe em sumpn But I don't owe you nothin - because I know you frontin Talkin tough wont get you anywhere in our discussion A lot of jealousy since I been on the up and coming Now my ex blue without me - like the controller button She say she wanna get it in like that's my only function But best believe I'm not about to put one in the oven These girls are good for nothin, sabotage the whole production Make you wonder how you lost ya focus and all of a sudden Everything you strive for sits on the back burner My hat turns to the side I react like I had murders On my mind but when it's time to come back to the track I murk it Pack it back in the casket in fact it was more than worth it I'd ask you to hold your seat for the next five minutes Unless you can't help in ya chest to vibe with it - If I felt i was the best I'd admit it But I gotta run a little bit farther before I'm finished The farthest from a gimmick but closest to the magician I know when that hocus pocus goes at the throat of ambition Cuz I peep game, everything explained up in my writtens Is a glimpse into my grind and between us you see a difference I hustle and I do work, until I gotta quit it Cuz momma got that plate of food ready in the kitchen And she been goin in tryna help with my tuition I just hope she understand it man I gotta bigger vision Once I graduate I'm out and really not about that work force If I get paid off talent then what the hell would I work for? - I'd rather make a headline than meet a deadline The real world is near so I hit the gas til I redline Weaving through traffic, passin past red lights Until my belts break and a tow truck come Where you know us from? I been stuntin on the Internet AIDS flow, been off the grid but lowkey I been a threat Pause that, rhythm check, take breath, give a sec Seeing all the slander and banter said, but it's indirect All caps when y'all mad on twitter and you get upset But when I interject the respect I get's ridiculous Picture this, I'm working on this skill that I wanna perfect Still gotta watch what I say, the way that I protect The craft is far past a mathematicians intellect I filter what comes in like the end of a lit cigarette When I'm on the mic recording, I'm a young Michael Jordan Spending every night and morning working on my live performance I can tour a place that hates rappers in a major way And leave the town with a sweeter sound than Amazing Grace

Verse 1 Please believe me when I say I'm sorry Didn't mean to play you at the party Wrong time, wrong place You were looking for commitment I was looking for a chase Guess only one of us lucked out But what's all the silence about? I know beyond any doubt I told you straight from day one I'm not here to start a charity You asked for solidarity but that just isn't fair to me Apparently I'm not prepared to be Supportive when you told me all my treatment keep you weak like chemotherapy But how you sit there tryna find our similarities When you knew who I was and how I need you temporarily Don't make it out like I'm an ass I'm just at the point in life when all I have to last is cash Cuz pussy come and go but money never been secure for me I hustle hard so I can kill my insecurities Bridge Ha. They say that I be on my Drake shit If that was the truth I prolly wouldn't be complaining Call me what you want as long as I receive my payment But never think that dough alone will make me be complacent Man y'all get what I'm saying? This shit is so amazing Jk this shit is overrated Jk this history in the making I'm in my busted up whip I got that Carter II playing Reminiscing on my life Like he went and brought the truth, came in and said Chorus My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move Then it'll be a fuckin problem Cuz I got something to prove I promised momma by the age of 27 Ima do what it do So we'll be alright We gon be alright The drama come and go, I just wanna let you know its gonna be alright Verse 2 Just know for me that failure's not an option Lately your two cents is less than help and more of a toxin I need to clear my conscious, I should proceed with caution I feel I'm trapped in a boxing ring with no weave and bobbin I need to see my momma She been thinking that I lost my way Whole time thought I lost my mind But I found it when I lost my faith In the bullshit taught to me You ought to be the change that you want to see They'll often plead your life's insanity Til you make that shit reality They say that I be on my Drake shit When I hear that I stay humble, I believe in patience I'm looking at successful niggas stunned in sheer amazement Bitches dimes and drugs and crimes but in ya mind is vacant Y'all get what I'm saying? How the fuck did you get famous? At best your shit is brainless My best is destined for greatness I'm in my busted up whip I got that Carter II playing At first I took the words for granted But now I feel so obligated to keep My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move Then it'll be a fuckin problem Cuz I got something to prove I promised momma by the age of 27 Ima do what it do So we'll be alright We gon be alright The drama come and go, I just wanna let you know its gonna be alright