Introlude Lyrics

So what's this... I'm sippin' on a Brisk
In the middle of a jam session, gamin up a bitch
I'm in the midst of a major move
Done paid my dues
A fiend of mary jane and booze.. Uh
So tell these lames they playing to lose
And tell these hoes, it ain't cool to play the games they choose
And um.. go pass the bowl on over in my direction
Sex sessions, less talk extra protection
I be with weed givers
As in ain't gon' be shitter
Cause ain't much worth lookin up to except for some free dinner
Meanwhile I'm trapped in a circle of weak spitters And the bars I kick are so f*ckin cold the beat shivers
Who gon' inform all these faggots that we winners?
Y'all idea of real, hypebeast J's and cheap spinners
My team deep, ain't no room for beginners
And competition is midgets, hella 3 feet centers
But yo, I'm feelin tall enough to glass Dwight
Stuntin on the D, bitch that ain't what you said last night
And in my past life you KNOW I hit that ass right
So check the method, Kembe X is shittin on you ass wipes

And that's it

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