No Return
R.O.T.N. Lyrics

Yeah. Who thought I'd be back here? Famo? Its like a long kiss. Goodbye, that is. Well this is more like good morning. Good morning!
How much you pay for it
Yeah! Y'all ready? Uh
How much you pay for it
K.R baby! The heart baby
How much you pay for it
The sigh baby! The Tic! Y'all coming with me
How much you pay for it
I'ma take you on a journey. Let's go
I hope you got your receipts A seed planted in souls
Exponential growth as the planet evolves
To chase the footprints of culture, from the source
It's been about the language of hope
Though what bastardized the language we spoke left it damaged in smoke
Hieroglyphics in a cave man era, it's an account of what made man better
Caught with the same antennae as todays man, yet a
Deficit emerges. This verse is a proven prerequisite of purpose
Incursive is the writing of time
Art's the opposite of dim, sparking yours while enlightening mine
A bleaching cream for the brain, but here black isn't beautiful
Double agent, trying to kill it while I clap at its funeral
While I love it, I'm still mad at the art
The isolation it brings was in the fine print back at the start
And the reason us flow dealers is living as broke niggaz
We see the whole thing but all we read is the bold letters
These are the rules we try to sanctify and bandage
Living like a caveman trying to paint without a language
I speak the tongues of many but frequently some forget me
The price you put on my head has made me become so petty
Hey
How much you paid for it
I hope you got your receipts all I'm asking is
How much you paid for it
I hope you got your receipts all I'm asking is
How much you paid for it
I hope you kept your receipts all I'm asking is
How much you paid for it
I hope you got your receipts
Lately I've been thinking me and Kolo should make a baby
Something I can love regardless of whether it hates me
Niggaz smiles tend to falter whenever they face me
Cuz I said rap's better without the dough like a pastry
Standing at this mountain peak, (shhh!) I am about to speak
Forget the sheep son, I count the wolves when I am about to sleep
Trap cats sicken me, singing fellas bore me
So if the shoe fits then it's a Cinderella story
They wonder how I'm happy to play a martyr
While I wonder how ba Kaps is happy to play a barber
I wonder whether John is happy to play a cabbie
Like how's a K.R.Y.T.I.C playing second tier to a Slapdee
And that's no beef to Malcolm
I'm a modern day Malcolm on that balcony, this is a eulogy and not an album
That's no beef to Malcolm
I'm a modern day Malcom on that balcony, this is a eulogy and not an album
How much you pay for it
Cuz you grow and you learn. You spend your whole life chasing balloons with no concern. Until it pops and you realize there's just no returns