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