Testo I'm Back - DJ Drama feat. Young Jeezy
Testo della canzone I'm Back (DJ Drama feat. Young Jeezy), tratta dall'album Can't Ban The Snowman
Sorry for cussin' (Haha)
Fuck you niggas!
Geah
I'm back (Back)
Mr. Magic City (City)
Blowin' color purple, I make it rain on your forehead (Yup)
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)
Geah, I'm
Geah, I'm
Geah, I'm
Geah
I'm back (Back)
Mr. Magic City (City)
Blowin' color purple, I make it rain on your forehead (Yup)
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 (Haha)
Every day I'm under investigation (Geah)
But I will not stop, so you can stop the hatin'
What more can I say? It's like my gift and my curse (Curse)
To fail or succeed, I don't know what's worse (Geah)
Nope, I don't know what's worse (Ayy)
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix (Ayy)
One slip and I'm back to the basics (Geah)
Red or blue pill, what would you do?
When the same niggas you love got hate in they blood (Yeah)
I know God's watchin' over me (Yeah), so is the feds (Ayy)
When love turn to hate and niggas rather you dead (Dead)
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All the bad I done, will you still protect my life?
Maybe, maybe not (Geah)
Until then I keep a extra clip for that Glock (Glock)
Wanna see my bank statements? I got no problems with that
Three hundred thousand? You know I'm smarter than that (Haha)
I've been dodgin' the alphabet boys all my life (Life)
So you gon' need more than a child support lawyer (Yup)
Listen up, I got some child support for ya
Get off your ass, bitch, get you a job (Haha)
Tell your other three baby daddies to sell dope or rob (Rob)
My son got everything in this world that I never had (Had)
One thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad (Nope)
When you the one that shoulda been exposed
Unfit mother still playin' with your 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've been here before, they boxed me in a corner
What you do, nigga? And I came out fightin' (Geah)
They locked me in a cell and I came out writin' (Yeah)
I said I came out writin'
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
I don't talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen (Shh)
Call me paranoid, I think the walls is listenin' (Shh)
But if them walls could talk (What they say?)
I'd probably never get to see the daylight (Damn)
I gave it to 'em raw, mixtape after mixtape (Geah)
Had niggas waitin' on the album (Album)
I shoulda got five mics in The Source (What you got?)
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche (Haha)
They say I ain't lyrical
I wasn't tryna impress y'all niggas (Nah)
If hatin' was a crime, they'd arrest y'all niggas (Ayy)
Kink bought the mic, I just gave him a light (Light)
The streets cosigned, the hood gave me my stripes (I said it)
The streets cosigned, the hood gave me my stripes (Yeah)
Kink bought the mic, I just gave him a light (Ayy)
I said the hood cosigned, the streets gave me my stripes (Yeah)
I know you ain't done with 'em
I'm back, better than before ('Fore)
Matter fact, I'm better than ever (Ever)
You can't box me in, the boy too clever (Nah)
So CNN worried 'bout lil' old me (Me)
Fuck bitch-ass reporter and whoever wrote the story (Fuck 'em)
You motherfuckers don't know shit about me (Nah)
What I've been through and where I came from (Ayy)
When shit got hard, I stayed, I ain't run (I 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 cryin'
Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? (Who got it, 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 (No)
But my partner out West, yeah, he front me them bricks (Ha)
How the hell you expect me to be drug-free (Free)
When George Bush 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), preach what I practice (Practice)
A hundred thou' under my mattress (Let's get it)
I'm only human, just a man (Yeah)
God gave me a gift of doin' 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 (What?)
And every one after that'll be better than my last (Last)
So real talk, y'all can kiss my ass
It's the beginning of the beginning
Geah), I am the future (Say what?)
You niggas are a thing of the past (Haha)
I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've become ('Come)
So all you ridiculin', look, I'm not the one (Nah)
Cost self-respect, bow down to no man (Man)
All that to say you can't ban the snowman
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Writer(s): Dallas Wayne, Rob Fulks
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