Lyrics I Am Back - Jeezy
Sorry
for
cussing
Fuck
you,
fuck
you
I'm
back
Mr.
Magic
City
Blow
on
color
purp
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
Jeah,
I'm,
jeah,
I'm
Jeah,
I'm,
jeah
I'm
back
Mr.
Magic
City
Blow
on
color
purp
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
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
I
don't
know
what's
worse
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
the
bad
I've
done
will
you
still
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
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
My
son
got
everything
in
this
world
that
I
never
had
One
thing
you
can't
call
me
is
a
deadbeat
dad
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
ain't
shit
And
this
ain't
about
him
She
just
a
money
hungry
bitch
I
been
here
before
They
boxed
me
in
corner
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
I
only
talk
in
the
bedroom,
we
whisper
in
the
kitchen
Call
me
paranoid,
I
think
the
walls
is
listening
But
if
them
walls
could
talk
I
probably
never
get
to
see
the
daylight
I
gave
it
to
'em
raw
mix
tape
after
mix
tape
I
had
niggas
waiting
on
the
album
I
shoulda
got
five
mics
in
the
Source
Instead
I
got
five
bricks
and
a
Porsche
They
sat
I
ain't
lyrical
I
wasn't
tryna
impress
y'all
niggas
If
hatin'
was
a
crime
they'd
arrest
y'all
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
hood
co-signed,
the
streets
gave
me
my
stripes
Yeah,
I
know
you
ain't
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
You
motherfuckers
don't
know
shit
about
me
What
I
been
through
or
where
I
came
from
When
shit
got
hard,
I
stayed,
I
ain't
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?
Real
talk,
I'll
make
us
a
way
Get
rich
or
I'ma
go
to
jail
tryin'
Uncle
Sam
ain't
never
gave
me
shit
But
my
partner
out
west,
yeah,
he
front
me
them
bricks
How
the
hell
you
expect
me
to
be
drug
free?
When
George
Bush
ain't
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
preach
what
I
practice
A
hundred
thou
under
my
mattress
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
Another
one
after
that
will
be
better
than
my
last
So,
real
talk
y'all
kiss
my
ass
This
is
the
beginning
of
the
beginning
I
am
the
future
You
niggas
are
a
thing
of
the
past
I'm
not
ashamed
of
who
I
am
or
what
I've
become
So
all
you
ridicule
lookin'
I'm
not
the
one
It's
called
self
respect,
I
bow
down
to
no
man
I
say
all
that
to
say
you
can't
ban
the
snowman
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