The Return - Translee

Pussy, money, power, religion go hand-in-hand

Ill be going to war with all of them, my own Afghanistan

Ill never stand for lower standards

Im high as hell, haters wishing I was landed

I might as well give you hell, I don’t need it myself

In the building cold killas probably be to my left

And I dont need them salty looks, I already seasoned myself

I need CDs on the shelf, shit I believe in myself

Fuck you talkin about, I got some baggage

Please tell me who doesnt

Atleast a nigga ain’t out here dream sellin' and juggin'

Bitches tryna get in touch with me, emailin' my bookin' like

Those dont even come to me, but glad you got that love for me

For real, the system is problematic

For 12 year old molly addicts the cycle is automatic

Who got the answers?

And the 'suede on got em the only soul we know got a grey gum bottom (?)

Feel the object is, effect the project kids

Show 'em monetary gain for the pyrex dish

Show 'em yeen gotta really worry 'bout that bitch

I been pickin' up the slack so much my bicep ripped

Tell me how we feel a glass with Mai Tais

When opportuinty is really taking a skydive

Tell me how the hell we givin' daps and high-fives

When drive-thrus killin more niggas than drive-bys

Its why we fresh up outta fucks to give, thats how we live

As some young niggas we talk kill or be killed

I let the band play fresh up outta fucks to give, thats how we live

I be lyin maybe but hey, thats what it is

See we have sort of a arrested development, man I see this cocaine complex,

this marijuana hysteria, this social media/television dependency,

fast food dependency, government social service dependency.

And I understand

we can’t avoid usin' them shits but you know you gotta look to yourself to

define yourself.

Like Pac say «don't let them tell you who you are,

im gon be me when i get money, or if im broke as fuck.»

I remember seeing them

looks on them kids faces when I used to perform 'Does Anybody Love' at them

highschools, they wanted to like that shit so bad but I understand the pressure

I know that love is not always the cool thing do but, its much cooler to talk

bad about your hater think about that

Its why we fresh up outta fucks to give, thats how we live

As some young niggas we talk kill or be killed

I let the band play fresh up outta fucks to give, thats how we live

I be lyin' maybe but hey, thats what it is

I got the juice like I let Pac fall off the roof

I shouldn’t be so egotistical but damn it’s just the truth

It made me sicker than the flu to see how all these niggas flew

But you knew all these niggas fluke

When I step out on the stage, my mind release from the cage

Aslong as blood is in my veins my words will never go in vain

Crazy how I’m transformin' to an activist acting as if watchin' Django wasn’t

the catalyst

I’m a strategist, I strategize before I fantasize I’m in the camera’s eyes

Roll Tide you’ll never stop this Alabama pride

Granddaddy cries 'bout battles at Iwo Jima that was 1945

He was barely a high school senior

He was fightin' over seas for a country that didn’t want 'em

Prolly never tell 'em my first time was with a white woman

That would just ignite somethin in the soul of a soldier

Who 94 years old cause he remembers movin' over for the fairer skin to have a

better seat

For him to see a black president was ecstacy

It’s even greater that his grandson courageous with dreams of really makin it

And usin' music to help alleviate all the racist shit

The people know it that Leezy is just a poet

They tryna keep us focus on drugs and buyin' Moët

I ain’t goin for it, got me so annoyed but I ain’t show it

Niggas actin' like Uncle Toms for Tom Fords

I’m coppin' them Concords I hop in a drop Porsche

They sell they own soul to follow the concourse

I’m breakin down demos, recordin' my demos

I be doin' demos, not worried bout them hoes

Schucks, your nigga runnin' a muck

Rather this than jobs that havin' me piss up in a cup

Music industry is pussy it take a money to fuck

You cummin or what?

You coming or what?