[Intro: Metta World Peace] Yeah, Be right here We ain't going nowhere We at the point of no return When I'm going and I'm going When I'm going and I'm going Point of no return when I'm going and I'm going Point of no return when I'm going and I'm going I'm never turnin' back No I'm never turnin' back Oh no, lets get high [Verse 1: Metta World Peace] Been a long time pain in my book of rhymes I can see c**aine in every line I can see the streets in my right mind I can see police on my left side I can feel the heat in my right palm I did a quote from the book of songs Pops left so I'm with my moms I'm on 12th street with the mob East smoke to the heat coast Thugs on the corner teenagers know where to go On the block like zombies On the block like I be In the zone in the corner shootin' three's Playin' ball this ain't know how I be I gotta make it out of red brick lobbys Before a motherf**er come and try and pop me (I been dancing right there) Hold me on the block with his fitted low (I think that's him right there) You hear them shots you better get low (I think I ……) Shots went right through his fitted though (I think I......) Whole damn click at the funeral (damn) This is just one day in the hood Can't be my man on the front cover I don't wanna see that in the hood Now I gotta ball like no one other I don't really wanna be like him He could've been my little brother I don't really wanna be like him Cause the homie is six feet under [Hook x4] Point of no return when I'm going and I'm going Point of no retrun when I'm going and I'm going [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I remember when they hit me with a gang bang Read eveything All my little homies on same thing When I was younger n***a love to let the flame hang Now we in business I put it away to rock a strange chain Had to get it up in the changed games In the hood, it got really hard to maintain Little homies catching bullets to the brain man Every other week at a funeral a name slain So I picked up my pen, let this begin Because I was about to put my Tech to your chin If you was a worker at some... Me and my friends Was about to commit an unreversable sin Penitentiary won't see me though In the vicinity of the Beegees go Struggling infinity never freely grow Rappin cypher on a tv show Check elevator, coming from nothing to something never celebrated I be thinking what the hell I made it Get the play then I delegate it Cause I'm a boss and all the phony n***as hella hated But I got to keep it going keep it pushin' Now when you see me I be kickin' it on a good one No one gave me nothing on the block when I stood one No job havin' drug par... And dirty hoodlum Where I go now everybody know me Superstardom say goodbye to low key One hundred percent of em makin' slavin Makin em... Savin… where the dough be I got the trophy never move slowly At the point of no return I'm living cozy And all I'm keepin from my homies is a Tecca Nina went to reach back and sign this og [Hook x4] [Outro x2: Metta World Peace] If I'm in all the time, I gotta pick up my speed If you can't keep up with me you lose I can't turn back, I'm never turnin back