The Return

[Intro:]
Satisfied
Satisfied
Yeah yeah, yeah
Satisfied has come to you
Sinatra
Big Pepe
Satisfied
Oh, you got the studio shoutout
Satisfied
You feelin' good about yourself right now, huh?
Satisfied is has come to you (6ix)

[Verse 1:]
Hold up let me get it now
Bitch, I'm here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I'm feeling free, I'm finna bring it now
If you know the words take a step back and sing it now
Never thought I'd have to, but I keep the windows tinted now
Like, la-di-da-di, who got the keys to my Audi?
Last time I said, it went viral, I don't fuck with nobody
And I don't fuck with you, you, them, her and him too
'Cause none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I been through
And all that superficial shit you love I'm just not into
And when it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit I've been to
Like the pussy, don't push me
I ain't no killer, but you know the rest
You think I caught the holy spirit how I'm feelin' blessed
Ain't no contest to all this wack shit, it just no test
Step and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest
And ain't no "S" on my chest but I'm still gunnin'
While half of these motherfuckers still runnin'
I've learned everything I've attained and they still 'front him
Like God damn, I'm the motherfuckin' man
Used to call you a hater, you a motherfuckin' stan
Ain't nobody built himself a brand like me
I ain't signed a shoe deal 'cause I'm waitin' for Nike
To recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me
Cut the check for 20 Million right now and we might see
Everybody rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity.

[Chorus:]
I get up (ty), I get up (ty), I get up
When I'm down, had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough
I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh
I get up when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh.

[Verse 2:]
Never address by "Robert" unless it's by that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by clothes or zeros
It doesn't matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep
'Cause in the end we all six feet deep
Meanwhile, I'll be immortalized on the 6ix beat
Flashback to havin' visions way back in G'Burg
Every single one of my homies and my work
And had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it
Youngin' wit' a dream and nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen and write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how good I rhyme
Not by these rappers with shit flows, but look good online
Not made bad to talk about this shit that be on my mind
Or called a faggot or nigga or cracker who wish we were blacker
I wish I could face my homophobic, racist attacker and smack the shit outta they ass
This beef is impossible, Highly improbable, It's [?]
But still, too many people feel how I feel
Bless on the real, on the real, on the motherfuckin' real.

[Chorus:]
I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh
I get up when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh.

[Verse 3:]
Ayo motherfuckin' Trump said that shit on my last album but you ain't tappin' in
Fuck a mumble let's make America rap again
Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin'
Fuck a hype beast, bitch, now who seein' me?
Nobody reports this shit, rap music ain't TMZ
Nowadays everybody divided, while collided with headlines to preach that
Go ahead now boy and preach that
Wash my hands of this negativity, word to three stacks
So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?
Wu-Tang, get the cream
Young Sinatra 'gon reign surpeme
Hope you get out your feelins like dental
This shit is consequential, lightin' fire to the game
You rappers ain't the flame, nah, this game won't be the same
Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of y'all to prosper
But deep down you know there's only 'gon be one Mufasa
I'ma king, fuck the bling, but just might make y'all kiss the ring
All these rappers I grew up on and passed [?] sting now
Don't twist my words and try to turn it into some shit
I love all you motherfuckers, I just wan't to hear you spit
Bought my last shit, while the whole wide world applauded it
Game still ain't give me my credit, so I audited
I'm heartless like Kanye in '08
Yeah that's word to NO I.D
Yeah they know who I be
I'm callin' out Jay-Z to be on the track with me and smack the whole industry
And show 'em what that real rap do
Balls in your court, Hov
I hope to hear from Guru
(Woo)