The Rama - The Return lyrics

Y'all known me since 2010 now let that weed burn Young Tical, it's the mothaf**in' return I got the 'method man' I had to bring it back for ya'll With the big 3 Rama, maryjane, and alcohol My life is twisted up Flawed and f**in abstract Welcome to my world There ain't no room for those who act whack Im a slick prick With a bigger dick Than usual Whip it out and operate your mouth like a root can*l I'm mackin' a dime in the back of my ride I'm tryin' to hit it super quick and then it's back to the grind I gotta hit the spot and get the green Product in my pocket up Then multiply it x-three times like the erotica' Ah There ain't no stoppin' me from gettin' to that fly sh** The finest weed and s**y women to vibe with Soon as I ride in I'm placing my bid Everything I got til' we take it worldwide kid Look Uh I'm feelin' free at last I love the way your women moanin' when I squeeze that a** I got her yellin' out my name and she scream and gasp Lookin' right up at her, let her ride Then I skeet and blast You know I'm still up on my scum bag sh** And now I'm hittin' peoples nerves And I love that sh** Somebody do something Speak up or get f**ed You lookin' mad I just got my dick s**ed and licked up Heh Now check the technique They lovin' the way that I wreck beats And if they wanna see real I'm hookin' them up with the best seats So rest in peace to all the people tryin' to see me fall Those who still believe in me, just know that I believe in ya'll And I ain't leaving ya'll Naw I gotta keep it movin' The daily grind is like a language And I speak it fluent I keep it true with what I'm doin' And pursuein' Had to pay my f**in' dues Had to show em' Had to prove it You know I got the mind state of a general You p**ys couldn't even catch a glimpse if you bought a f**in' telescope Homie how the hell you cope? You fell and broke Now I'm flip a profit Filling up my pockets like I'm selling coke I'm feelin' like a pro Dealing with a bunch of rookies I take a bite and see em' crumble like a f**in' cookie So I don't feel these other rappers when they come and push me Cause' ain't nobody f**ing with them I'm like a nun's p**y Uh It's that young, dirty mother f**er I see your girl Say what's up And leave a star-strucker I'm hypnotized Feelin' trapped up in this cyclone Turn the mic on And Ima' spit it til' my life's gone The fight's on And now I'm back winnin' Just a white boy But I've always had a thing for my black woman That's how I do I love to mix it up Because the smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me; agh