RETURN OF DA MACK Lyrics

Yeah

(This week is a little different)

(This week is a little different)

This

Shit

Didn't come effortlessly

I stressed when I slept

Even more when I woke

I ran everyday with the smallest of hope

Looks like it worked

Trouble on my mind and my mind on my work

Juggling my time with my grind and my verses

I was hurting

Hit my twenty first then

Bitch, I got money in my pocket

Yeah I like to party, I'm a dummy not to watch it

Have you ever had a vision of your purpose

And kept going even when that shit wasn't working

So I try

The eight hours on my feet every day's tiring

No sign of retirement

But this is not entitlement

This the quiet nigga gone completely fucking violent

This the outcome of high stress in my environment

This is applying

Depression and coal

'Til I turn it to diamonds

(Runnin' fast, runnin', runnin', runnin' fast)

Things ain't really looking good

I'm pacing and running

Inside of my room

I'm praying my family and friends are cool

I'm praying my thoughts and patterns are cool

Other than that, this ain't nothing new

It got dirty when my time went blank

Hindsight's twenty twenty and my mind did change

I was high, I was flying in my life's mistakes

I had lied to my face

I aligned to the fake

Now we onto new shit

We are the guard to the clueless

I see all the demons are clear in the true sense

I get high when I feel like I can't do it

Whenever he was drunk I had the same feeling

I'm a lot older now, and I still feel it

But I turned to the attack

This is the Return of Da Mack