Sorry fa Cussin 



I'm back Mr. Magic City 

Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead 

You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money 

You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money 



(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah) I'm (Jyeah) 

I'm back Mr. Magic City 

Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead 

You woulda thought 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 (shit) 



I don't know what's worse (aaa) 

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 that I've done will you 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 (yep, listen up) 

I got some child support for you, 

Get off your ass bitch and get you a job 

Tell your other 3 baby daddy's to sell dope or rob 

My son got everything in this world that I never had 

So one thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad (nope) 

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 aint shit 

And this aint about him she just a money hungry bitch 

I been here before, they boxed me in corna (whatcha do nigga) 

And I came out fighting 

They locked me in a cell and I came out writing (yeah, I say I came out wrtitin) 

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(shhhh) 

But if them walls could talk (what'd they say) 

I probably never get to see the daylight 

I gave it to em raw mixtape after mixtape (yeah) 

I had niggas waiting on the album 

I shoulda got five mics in the Source 

Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche (haha) 

They sat I aint lyrical 

I wasn't tryna impress yall niggas 

If hatin was a crime they'd arrest yall 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 streets co-signed the hood gave me my stripes 

(yeah I know you aint 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 (Fuck em) 

You motherfuckers don't know shit about me (naw) 

What I been through or where I came from (a) 

When Shit got hard I stayed I aint 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? (who got it?) 

Real Talk: I'll make us a way 

Get rich or Ima go to jail tryin 

Uncle Sam aint never gave me shit 

But my partner out west, yeah he front me them bricks(ha ha) 

How the hell you expect me to be drug free 

When George Bush aint 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 preaches what I practice(yes) 

A hundred thou unda my mattress (Let's get it) 

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 

The other one after that will better than my last 

So real talk yall can kiss my ass 

This is the beginning of the beginning 

I am the future (say what) 

You niggas are a thing of the past 

I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've become 

So all that ridiculing man I'm not the one 

It's called self respect I bow down to no man 

I say all that to say You Cant Ban The Snowman