The Return

Y'all known me since 2010 now let that weed burn
Young Tical, it's the mothafuckin' return
I got the 'method man'
I had to bring it back for ya'll
With the big 3
Rama, maryjane, and alcohol
My life is twisted up
Flawed and fuckin abstract
Welcome to my world
There ain't no room for those who act whack
Im a slick prick
With a bigger dick
Than usual
Whip it out and operate your mouth like a root canal
I'm mackin' a dime in the back of my ride
I'm tryin' to hit it super quick and then it's back to the grind
I gotta hit the spot and get the green
Product in my pocket up
Then multiply it x-three times like the erotica'
Ah
There ain't no stoppin' me from gettin' to that fly shit
The finest weed and sexy women to vibe with
Soon as I ride in
I'm placing my bid
Everything I got til' we take it worldwide kid

Look
Uh
I'm feelin' free at last
I love the way your women moanin' when I squeeze that ass
I got her yellin' out my name and she scream and gasp
Lookin' right up at her, let her ride
Then I skeet and blast
You know I'm still up on my scum bag shit
And now I'm hittin' peoples nerves
And I love that shit
Somebody do something
Speak up or get fucked
You lookin' mad
I just got my dick sucked and licked up
Heh
Now check the technique
They lovin' the way that I wreck beats
And if they wanna see real
I'm hookin' them up with the best seats
So rest in peace to all the people tryin' to see me fall
Those who still believe in me, just know that I believe in ya'll
And I ain't leaving ya'll
Naw I gotta keep it movin'
The daily grind is like a language
And I speak it fluent
I keep it true with what I'm doin'
And pursuein'
Had to pay my fuckin' dues
Had to show em'
Had to prove it
You know

I got the mind state of a general
You pussys couldn't even catch a glimpse if you bought a fuckin' telescope
Homie how the hell you cope?
You fell and broke
Now I'm flip a profit
Filling up my pockets like I'm selling coke
I'm feelin' like a pro
Dealing with a bunch of rookies
I take a bite and see em' crumble like a fuckin' cookie
So I don't feel these other rappers when they come and push me
Cause' ain't nobody fucking with them
I'm like a nun's pussy
Uh
It's that young, dirty mother fucker
I see your girl
Say what's up
And leave a star-strucker
I'm hypnotized
Feelin' trapped up in this cyclone
Turn the mic on
And Ima' spit it til' my life's gone
The fight's on
And now I'm back winnin'
Just a white boy
But I've always had a thing for my black woman
That's how I do
I love to mix it up
Because the smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me; agh