(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I'm back and charged up, bitch, I'm still in shock
Got a fifty round drum, tryna fit a Glock
On that "Out The Slums" verse, first to mention switches
Can't even whip out on these niggas 'cause these niggas bitches
And nowadays your rap blogs, they support the snitches
And fuck the government, they got protection for the witness
But they ain't got nothin' for the younger nigga in the trenches
And wonder why these lil' niggas turnin' into gremlins
Chunky 10 millimeter, that's a large pistol
You gotta cover me with bands like some scar tissue
Niggas dyin', you don't ride, you just start dissin'
You lil' niggas never slide like your cars missin'
Syrup got me agitated, fuck around and wet somethin'
Limbs must have got amputated, we ain't see you step once
They Charger be aggravated, rifle shoot through Teflon
Used to have them glasses, I was Urkel, now I'm Stefan, uh
Icy, drummer chain pricey
Hammer so big, cut a hole in my white tee
I did all the steppin', I should have my own Nikes
I know niggas welcomin' me home don't like me
I'm back and I'm still strapped, loaded in the backseat
Seatbelt click like the blick when we clap heat
Escalade seat warmers, bitch, it's just a button
Choppa turn his fake-ass steppers to some athletes
Track and field, I'm slidin' still, so lit that I don't have to yield
Yellow diamonds lookin' like the corn growin' in Vacaville
I bought me some land in there, a farmer when I have to chill
Every time it's harvest season, snatchin' snats up out the field
Indoor, out, don't know nigga how to tattletale
Niggas be so broke, they couldn't tell you if your diamonds real
Or tell you what a Aston is, he thought I drove a Genesis
The logo look the same, but check the changes, see the differences
Sum it up, I'm rich as shit, you got lit, I was with your bitch
Only time these rappers goin' viral's when these niggas snitch
Guess I should've folded like the Samsung Galaxy
Bitch, I keep a blower like I got a lot of allergies
Sneezy, easy, bitch, they call me greedy
Prison time was hard, studio time easy
I did so much steppin', I could battle Chris Breezy
Dancin' on the brick, brainwashed by Jeezy
Thug motivation, all my niggas 103 me
Bitch, I been that nigga right there like Chingy
Goin' back to Cali' 'cause I know my city need me
We lost Nipsey Hussle, lost Kobe, lost Gigi
Lost Drakeo the Ruler, lost Ketchy from the Stinc Team
Missed all of they funerals 'cause Texas ain't release me
Please do not be stupid how you movin' when you meet me
Better have a glizzy and a shooter when you greet me
Bitch, I'm still in shock
Bitch, I'm still in shock
