INTRO (Remastered Version)

I-I-I ain't even wanna go in like this I'm the checkpoint, i'm the goal trynna get like this I'm the one they trynna be like, wanna look like this How the f*ck you gon' be hating? Niggas still named Chris Showing pictures to they doctors, want my face like his I'll be Rovin' in my Rage with the blacked-out tint I be chillin' on my zen, you can still get hit Ain't no sucker, but i'm countin' like the owl with the licks A-A-ASAP no Rocky, gotta get it ASAP no Ferg This, That and the Third Nigga I don't know what you heard? But you flock of bitches like birds, so why the f*ck you idolize her? Bitches rockin' fake Gucci, and fake Prada, rocking her fake Chanel purse You trippin' on me like you got miles And you led me to the dark, nigga you Ray Charles And you really played the part, nigga's switched up styles Had me searching 'round the city, like the lost and found Ain't crazy it fell? Picked up, then fell Finna sprinkle a lil Johnson, like i'm casting the spells Ain't no money on them books cause you dipped and bailed Came to big stop like the wheels on the rail Look, man you done to me You brought the sun to me Ain't counting any numbers But you was the one to me You made me feel alive Then you pulled the gun to me If we had some ties, then you really wouldn't run from me My chakras high like I hit that note Yeah, i'm drippy like the water, and the man on the boat Askin' what that mouth do? Yeah, it come with the throat And i'm doing big tingz, like the eye on the scope Nigga And I said, i'm doing big tingz, like the eye on the scope nigga Do you get what that means? Look, listen Don't forget who the f*ck it is Look, uh I had to warm it up, prep it up, uh I had to warm it up, prep it up I had to, you know? I had to Get y'all ready, and uh I'll get y'all ready JAAÈ