Lyrics: Young Jeezy. I'm Back.

Sorry fa Cussin

I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money

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I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
The Feds outside and they checking his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I'm under investigation
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating
What more can I say it's like my gift and my curse
To fell or succeed I don't know what's worse (shit)

I don't know what's worse (aaa)
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix
One slip and I'm back to the basics
Red or blue pill what would you do?
When the same niggas you love got hate in their blood
I know God's watching over me so is the Feds
When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All that I've done will you protect my life?
Maybe, maybe not, until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock
You wanna see my bank statement; I got no problems with that
300 thousand you know I'm smarter than that
I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life
So you gonna need more than a child support lawyer (yep, listen up)
I got some child support for you,
Get off your ass bitch and get you a job
Tell your other 3 baby daddy's to sell dope or rob
My son got everything in this world that I never had
So one thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad (nope)
When you're the one that shoulda been exposed
Unfit mother still playin withcha nose
And I don't wanna tell my child that his moms aint shit
And this aint about him she just a money hungry bitch
I been here before, they boxed me in corna (whatcha do nigga)
And I came out fighting
They locked me in a cell and I came out writing (yeah, I say I came out wrtitin)
Lock my body you can't trap my mind
I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen
Call me paranoid I think the walls is listening(shhhh)
But if them walls could talk (what'd they say)
I probably never get to see the daylight
I gave it to em raw mixtape after mixtape (yeah)
I had niggas waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mics in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche (haha)
They sat I aint lyrical
I wasn't tryna impress yall niggas
If hatin was a crime they'd arrest yall niggas
Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life
The streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
Kink bought the mic I just gave him my life
I said the streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes
(yeah I know you aint done em)
I'm back, better than before
Matter fact I'm better than ever
They can't box me in, that boy too clever
So CNN worried bout little ol me
Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever wrote the story (Fuck em)
You motherfuckers don't know shit about me (naw)
What I been through or where I came from (a)
When Shit got hard I stayed I aint run
So you can blame the government they made me this way
See the pain in my eyes you don't? see me cry
Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? (who got it?)
Real Talk: I'll make us a way
Get rich or Ima go to jail tryin
Uncle Sam aint never gave me shit
But my partner out west, yeah he front me them bricks(ha ha)
How the hell you expect me to be drug free
When George Bush aint never done shit for me
Follow me home and tap my phone
What happened to my freedom of speech?
Love don't love nobody, got me feelin like
I shouldn't love myself
I practice what I preach, I preaches what I practice(yes)
A hundred thou unda my mattress (Let's get it)
I'm only human, just a man
God gave me a gift to do the best that I can
Critics say I can't make an album better than my first one
The way I feel that'll probably be my worst one
The other one after that will better than my last
So real talk yall can kiss my ass
This is the beginning of the beginning
I am the future (say what)
You niggas are a thing of the past
I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've become
So all that ridiculing man I'm not the one
It's called self respect I bow down to no man
I say all that to say You Cant Ban The Snowman