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kobé blonder – the return lyrics

[intro]
it’s the return of the boy from the shady side of town
hittin’ pound
checkin’ voicemails from some foxes and some hounds
shut it down
when i roll up in all white, look like i work at in n out
and i’m boutta f-ck this city up, call me king of the town

[verse 1]
sometimes i’m spittin’ sh-t so fast these boys say they rewound
but i ain’t eminem, that’s a different kind of sound
last year, did a show so lit the venue sold it out
and now i’m screamin’ “f-ck em” just to see em book me now
and i ain’t got no check on insta, only in the mail
i been rollin’ with rhab since he was teasin’ “all hail”
used to slide into the dms now the girls h-ttin’ me back
but i’m busy with my girl instead of sendin’ somethin back
performin sets at holland for a couple hundred bucks
and all these hipster b-tches in the front row tryna f-ck
i gotta p-ss but if i were not taken i’d be
f-ckin all my b-tches 1+1 that’s a threesome
“he’s back on his bullsh-t,” who said i ever left?
i been workin’ and writin’ and i’m gettin’ special guests
i’m tryna level up, take me to another quest
f-ck it, throw me in the ring with whoever is best
and after they are done, take me to whoever’s next
i’m tryna win em all, all of you that i detest
and if you think i’m kidding put me to the f-cking test
drop a track or drop an alb-m, i’ll just drop another flex

[hook]
and i ain’t got no plan no more, but i should
cuz i know that i just wanna be doin’ somethin good
i ain’t gonna be broke no more, f-ck the system
it’s finally the return and imma win, imma win one

[verse 2]
all i’ve got is dreams of ridin’ in a model s
flyin’ into lax in my brand new private jet
signin’ record deals and seein’ zeroes on my checks
and buyin’ more than enough vvs’s to light up my chest
bein so d-mn big i’ve gotta wear a kevlar vest
helpin’ all the kids, show ’em how to get success
flexin on my hometown, never flexin’ on my friends
imma give em better lives, it’s family till our death
“oh, that ginger kid is rappin? how the f-ck he gettin’ here?
back in middle school he was actin kinda queer
is he just on soundcloud? he’s been rappin’ for a year
or maybe two, who cares? where’s his alb-m of the year?”
back at my old school, i was top of the food chain
now half of em are claimin’ they don’t even know my name
the other half hit me up like “hey when you’ve got the fame
you can’t forget me man” but we are never gonna hang
and all these b-tches, man, we ain’t never gonna bang
and all the disses, but, we will never be the same
and if you play the game you better stay in your own lane
you cannot ride off me because i’m surfin’ my own wave

- kobe blonder lyrics

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