The Return Danny Brown (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)
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[Intro: Third World Man]
Six million dollar cyan buy my soul
I ain’t no bionic man
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
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 while I'm tryna feed my daughter
Wanna snatch my momma's plate, and tell her she can't eat
Then we gon' have us some discrepancies right here in this street
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
Tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner
I walk with the Gods with a tongue for the devil
Tryna keep a nigga thirsty, so for rain, I pray mercy
[Hook: Danny Brown]
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 it's 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
Six million dollar cyan buy my soul
I ain’t no bionic man
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
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 while I'm tryna feed my daughter
Wanna snatch my momma's plate, and tell her she can't eat
Then we gon' have us some discrepancies right here in this street
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
Tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner
I walk with the Gods with a tongue for the devil
Tryna keep a nigga thirsty, so for rain, I pray mercy
[Hook: Danny Brown]
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 it's 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
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