Guess who's back? Back for the platinum and gold
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The green backpack's back for a go
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I tried to relax and put the green backpack on hold
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But now it's 'bout to get packaged and sold
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I'm back, bitch, the man is coming
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With plans to rush it, coming from the land of nothing
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Hand is rushing, writing lyrics, can't save paper
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Breaking down trees as my momma wait for acres
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Told her I'mma take her off the block like Jenga
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For times I might have hanged in the night with night strangers
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Before me and my bro was the black and white ranger
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On Halloween night, frightened whites and nice neighbor
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Hoods that we played in and girls that we played on
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Had us looking suspicious to niggas like we're Trayvon
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Just another obstacle in a Wichita carnival
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Making it out the belly of the devil's abdominal
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Square nigga so I ain't even round
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I'm with yo bitch, she hit me when I came into town
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I'm on yo shit, but luckily I came in her mouth
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I'm respectful to an extent, X went in, was out
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Now when you laying her down, you feel a crook in it
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You going down with your mouth, and now it look different
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I was all in your house, she even cooked in it
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She made that salmon and shrimp, that shit good, isn't it?
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Just ride with it when you get to drive it
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Some don't get to try it, watching as they sit behind it
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I bet those LA nights had fucking been a riot
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But I'm just minding my business and staying business minded
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Guess who's back
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Guess Who
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