I’m Back Jeezy

I'm sorry for cussing
Fuck you, fuck you

I'm back, Mr. Magic City
Blowin' color purple, 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 checkin' 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 fail or succeed, I don't know whats 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 Fed's
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?