See they think I'm a fuck nigga But if they ever see me then they might have to duck, nigga Like what, nigga? Before your ass can answer get your whole shit bust, nigga Done rose out them ashes, drinking Fiji water Wanna pull me in that fire when I'm tryna feed my daughter Wanna snatch my momma's plate, and tell her she can't eat And we gone have us some discrepancies right here in this skreet Because the weak don't speak, get left in silence And when you don't listen, gotta speak with violence And duct tape the grandmomma, strip a man of all his honor Out here tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner I walk with the Gods with the tongues for the devil Tryna keep a nigga thirsty so for rain I pray mercy The return of the gangster 'cause niggas don't believe I roll hotter than my sleeve, leave a nigga in the street The return of the gangster 'cause niggas got bills This rap shit don't work then its back to selling krills Return of the gangster 'cause niggas want that real Want that old Danny Brown but nigga I'm like chill The return of the gangster fuck a hipster squeeze a trigger You got me fucked up, I'm a hood-ass nigga Eastside niggas keep roaches in the ashtray Twenty thousand out the public housing on a bad day Drop it in the pot, if it ain't locking that's some bad yay Tryna save my soul I wish the lord would meet me half way Devil on my shoulder as I'm whipping up this yola And that motor hit the rotor ship this blow to Minnesota Only option is a shoot out if the police pull me over This shit get real as shit thats on your Playstation controller Call of Duty ass nigga, dick in the booty ass nigga Don't po' up roll no dough up and I don't get no cash with ya Feel like fuck the world it ain't no friends up in this business Fuck my label show them that I'm the real realest nigga in it Gangsta Gibbs, bitch... It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta' These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas Your white tee turn to tie-dye, nigga I red paint ya Won't stress or cry about it, 'cause it's not in my nature It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta' These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas Your white tee turn to tie-dye, nigga I red paint ya Won't stress or cry about it, 'cause it's not in my nature