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Guess who's back fucker, roll that weed up Engineer please turn the god damn beat up Cat's ridin' tails on your man tuxedo Yo I signed a hundred rappers but I ain't gon feed ya This my new shit I'm back in business If you didn't get this you're on my shit list I'm at your doormat like Jehova's Witness With Balboa gloves read' to go the distance Fly pig up in this Haters are nervous Thinkin' I'm a say they little name in my verses I ain't a manic tho I'm a man with purpose If I shitted on somebody then they prolly deserved it Bags of that purp shit, OG Kush Tell your friends about them yo but this the shush This rap game Imma beat around the bush I'm the new Jessie Jacks operation push Brand New Nikes on Brand new hat Fresh out your bitch with a brand new rap Knock knock motherfucker guess who's back With some shit for your ass Where the fuck y'all at? These girls like you're such a fuckin' asshole Matt Cause I'm with the next chick in an eleven minutes flat Fans give me dap then I sign an autograph sayin "Thanks for the support, one love, and all that" Some cats hang around smokin' my cigarettes and Stressin' me out askin' all sorts of questions You wanna know the secrets of my magic like Kreskin Like I'm gonna break down now and start confessin' Here's a question people ask a lot "How you write your rhymes?" You wanna rap then watch I smoke massive blocks of hash and pot Till I float through space like an astronaut Then I scribble on the page and the track is hot Then I wave on them haters like a traffic cop Mr. Show Promoter better have my guap I'm a motherfucker just like my bastard pops Brand New nikes Brand new hat Fresh out the booth with a brand new track That's right motherfuckers guess who's back With some shit for your ass, where the fuck y'all at? Everybody talkin' bout ya boy ain't right Cause I cross out tags in the broad daylight I built my name outta bricks not hype Respect the architect Frank Lloyd Wright My first two shits had hits accidentally Moonshine two times as strong as your Henessey Mixtape sick straight through to the endin G 2707 crime of the century Mention me in the tale of this town Bring some motherfuckers if you comin for this clown Swim with the big fish you bound to drizzown Middle finger up never turn my shit down I'll get down til I'm up in a cage Got paid, no one's seen me in a couple of days Puffin haze cuffin strays Son I'm stuck in my ways Ain't dumb in brains, I'm just too fuckin stubborn to change