Testo I Am Back - Jeezy
Testo della canzone I Am Back (Jeezy), tratta dall'album Snowman
Sorry for cussing
(Cyeah!) Fuck you, niggas
I'm back (back)
Mr. Magic City (City)
Blowin' color purple, I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
I'ma give you a chance to give me a chance (cyeah)
You know you can't listen to this like everthin' else (cyeah)
Cyeah! Uhm (gangsta greezy), cyeah! Uhm (DJ Drama)
I'm back, Mr. Magic City (City)
Blowin' color purple, I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money (money)
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money (money)
The Feds outside and they checkin' his tag (damn)
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Every day I'm under investigation (cyeah)
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating
What more can I say? It's like my gift and my curse (curse)
To fail or succeed, I don't know whats worse (worse)
No, I don't know what's worse (damn)
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix (damn)
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 (yeah)
I know God's watching over me, so is the Fed's
When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead (dead)
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All the bad I've done, will you still protect my life?
Maybe, maybe not (cyeah)
Until then, I keep an extra clip for that Glock (Glock)
You wanna see my bank statement
I got no problems with that
Three hundred thousand, you know I'm smarter than that
I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life (life)
So, you gon' 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 three baby daddy's to sell dope or rob (rob)
My son got everything in the world that I never had (had)
One thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad (no)
When you're the one that shoulda been exposed
Unfit mother still playin' witcha nose
And I don't wanna tell my child that his moms ain't shit (shit)
And this ain't about him, she just a money hungry bitch (bitch)
I been here before, they boxed me in a corner (what you doing, nigga?)
And I came out fighting
They locked me in a cell and I came out writing
I said I came out writin'
Lock my body, you can't trap my mind (gangsta)
I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen
Call me paranoid, I think the walls is listening (shh)
But if them walls could talk (what they sayin')
I'd prolly never get to see the daylight (damn)
I gave it to 'em raw, mixtape after mixtape (yeah)
I had niggas waiting on the album (album)
I shoulda got five mic's in the Source (what you got)
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche
They say I ain't lyrical (gangsta greezy)
I wasn't tryna impress y'all niggas (nah)
If hating was a crime, they'd arrest y'all niggas (ayy)
Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life (life)
The streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes (yeah)
I said, the streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes (yeah)
Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life
I said, the hood co-signed, the streets gave me my stripes (gave me my stripes)
Yeah, I know you ain't done wit 'em
I'm back, better than before
Matter fact, I'm better than ever
They can't box me in, the boy too clever
So CNN worried 'bout little ol' me (me)
Fuck the bitch-ass reporter whoever wrote the story (fuck 'em)
You motherfuckers don't know shit about me (nah)
What I been through and where I came from (ayy)
When shit got hard, I stayed, I ain't run (stayed, nigga)
So you can blame the government, they made me this way (way)
See the pain in my eyes, you don't see me cry
Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? (Who got that, nigga?)
Real talk, I'll make us a way
Get rich, or I'ma go to jail tryin' (tryin')
Uncle Sam ain't never gave me shit (nope)
But my partner out west, yeah, he front me them bricks
How the hell you expect me to be drug-free? (Free)
When George Bushy ain't never done shit for me (nope)
Follow me home and tap my phone (phone)
What happened to my freedom of speech? (What happened?)
Love don't love nobody
Got me feelin' like I shouldn't love myself (damn)
I practice what I preach (preach), I preach what I practice (practice)
A hundred thou' under my mattress (let's get it)
I'm only human, just a man (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 (what?)
The way I feel, that'll probably be my worst one (ayy)
Another one after that will be better than my last (lass)
So real talk, y'all can kiss my ass
This is the beginning of the beginning (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 (become)
So all you ridicule-lookin' I'm not the one (nah)
It's called self-respect, I bow down to no man
I say all that to say that you can't ban the snowman
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Writer(s): D. Wayne, R. Fulks
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