text: Six million dollar cyan buy my soul
  I ain’t no bionic man
  See, they think Im 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 Im tryna feed my daughter
  Wanna snatch my mommas plate, and tell her she cant eat
  Then we gon have us some discrepancies right here in this street
  Because the weak dont speak, get left in silence
  And when you dont 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
  The return of the gangster, cause niggas dont 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 dont work, then its back to selling krills
  Return of the gangster, cause niggas want that real
  Want that old Danny Brown, but nigga, Im like, Chill
  The return of the gangster, fuck a hipster, squeeze a trigger
  You got me fucked up, Im a hood-ass nigga
  Ugh
  Gibbs
  E-S to the G-N
  Eastside niggas keep roaches in the ashtray
  Twenty thousand out the public housing on a bad day
  Drop it in the pot, if it aint locking, thats some bad yay
  Tryna save my soul, I wish the Lord would meet me halfway
  Devil on my shoulder as Im whipping up this yola
  And that motor hit the rotor, ship this blow to Minnesota
  Only option is a shootout if the police pull me over
  This shit get realer than shit thats on your PlayStation controller
  Call of Duty ass nigga, dick-in-the-booty-ass nigga
  Dont pour or roll no dough up, then I dont get no cash with you
  Feel like, Fuck the world, it aint no friends up in this business
  Fuck my label, show them Im the real realest nigga in it
  Gangsta Gibbs
  Nigga
  Bitch...
  Its the return of the gangsta, thanks to
  These phony-ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas
  Your white tee turn to tie-dye, nigga, I red-paint you
  Wont stress or cry about it, cause its not in my nature
  Its the return of the gangsta, thanks to
  These phony-ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas
  Your white tee turn to tie-dye, nigga, I red-paint you
  Wont stress or cry about it, cause its not in my nature, motherfucker