It's the return of the G, like Andre
Put your hands in the air make arms sway
If you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days
I'm here to joke about some people that I know
Collect your sense of humor, sit back and listen to close
Not so long ago, when rap wasn't so cold
Nobody knew what we do, me and BV spitting flows
As the days keep on ticking, one day we met a soul
Said he's an organizer and also CEO
Turned to V and said, I like the way you rhyme
So sign the dotted line, don't read the print is fine
Flash a curving smile, said he wants to make us rich
Said he wants performance but no pay, he hit the switch (Switch)
10 years to this day, still payments kinda vague
Krunk they do me a favor, to give me what I made
My rap, I rap away and replace the R in RSJ
Azadi's political until you're pressing play
So careful what you claim, and look before you aim
The trees and frogs the same, Anti-social sort of name
Selling out to crooks, broke artists are to blame
So don't call this a comeback...
It's the return of the G like Andre
Put your hands in the air make arms sway
If you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days
Let it be known that I am the greatest
That ever rock the mic, Like a clock, I strike
This industry fucked up, made a cynic out of Rahul Giri
But show no pity, I go all out Pallemoni
Can't leave rap alone, the game needs my alimony
See Raps my wifey, and Rap is sleeping with sand above it
I Wake the princess with no kisses like I'm disco puppet
I'm from the basement I hope to make it to cosmic's attic
I cross the line
Take what is mine
Delay my payment
Elusive vibes
Take back your lies, your
Views and your likes
Fuck it
I'm quitting rap and ill rap when I'm saying that,
And I snap and you play this back,
Cause punk never craved the craft,
I bunked every day of class, thunk every punch impact
In fact, don't call this a comeback...
It's the return of the G, like Andre
Put your hands in the air make arms sway
If you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days
It's the return of the G like Andre
Put your hands in the air make arms sway
If you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in these hard hard days
They put out the spark nowadays
It's so dark now days
Can't see the vision, pinch of salt now days
Don't let my brother Naqu Project his art, now a day
So fucking hard nowadays, don't pray to god nowadays
Nowadays, I'm driven... on alcohol nowadays
Blinded on our mission, wannabe stars nowadays
Given that our vision don't go far nowadays
When the heights of ambition tall is dwarf nowadays
It's so cold nowadays, yours and mine nowadays
My brother joe felt a shiver down his spine now a day
I went to magnetic fields, stood in shade nowadays
Times is grave, greed is plague nowadays, its the return