The Prelude

You know, some people say I don't talk a lot Think I'm being rude or shy When you always talking your words lose their value Maybe I don't say enough But uh, this for everyone that think I don't say enough You'll hear me now tho Yeah this my lighter flow but now it's getting more than scary I got her in more positions, I ain't talking missionary Tell my niggas spark a light and get they pistols ready Duck-duck goose we blowing heads it's so discretionary If time is money then I'm clocking all this revenue Looking for a new bitch so keep your shorty 10 & 2 And I could tell you something that you probably never knew We was blowing trees and pushing keys on Collins Avenue Nigga f*ck a wave cuz you already know I been the tide And you don't gatta feel a way when I watch you cross the finish line Real niggas move in silence I don't really tend to talk a lot See me and these niggas backing out just like a parking spot Flowing like a hemi watch these niggas get to dodging me I'm a juvenile but really feeling like a prodigy Bricks on top of bricks on top of bricks on top of bricks Feel like Weezy in the bitch I only need a lighter flick Most of my ex girls would probably say I'm way too blasé But I'm married to the money so a B is my fiancée Bitches getting crisscrossed, big chains, Rick Ross Sounding like I hit a nerve but I ain't even pissed off Know we ain't the same no one better that the swag fits Said that this my lighter flow so guess you gatta match this I been going off to put my city on the atlas And I would kill y'all niggas but this beat was just for practice Who the pretty nigga that be climbing up the charts Call me heartbreak K, durag with the hearts I'm still with the same niggas that done been here from the start Said if I ever got rich then I would always play the part Say they live above the law but they fall under the bar See these niggas teeing up but they ain't really up to par Had to cut the lights on they been living in the dark Know I'm from another planet so they treat me like the star Nigga kick flipping off the wall I'm on my grind Catch me in my own designer Caravaggio Milan Feel like Puffy with the shine I turn a nickel into a dime Mystic Lake where you could watch me flip a six like number nine Hit you with the combo, give it to you pronto Swear they eating what I'm dishing out like I was Rondo I ain't from New York but now I'm rolling up the fronto Nigga I got three O's on me like Toronto Love like Marley, keys like Alicia If I see you with your man I'll say it's nice to meet ya Come up off a lick, in a hammock with your bitch Moving up and down the strip and I don't need no hook for this shit You know I don't feel fear honey Most y'all niggas been sold, this ain't last year dunny If I ever get the chance I'll run the bill up like I'm Chauncey Never duck the beef but gat fillet-o on my entree Cuz I been on the move it's like the kid been getting traded Always thankful for my welcome but I never overstayed it I'll be on my grind until the car and crib is gated Couple mill and even then I'll probably say it's overrated When you stepping out and everybody know you popping Then sometimes it feel like flexing is your only option This that lighter flow I really think this gat that classic feel Still ain't said enough tell these niggas that we rap for real