The Introduction

(Thanks for nothing)

Thanks for nothin', that's on everything
I think about the past when I'm smokin' Mary Jane
I'm married to this shit but I ain't got a wedding ring
Imma kill these niggas soon as the weather change, I ain't lying
The realist in it, you ain't gotta guess who
I feature myself to get nominated for best group
I came to bless you, cooking classic shit, I chew
Rappers until my pockets is full of them strips thats blue

Gee$ is the name, you should get familiar with dude
Your baby mama said she never seen a nigga this cool
These young niggas disrespectful, they be killing the rules
They don't get the message til' they get sentenced in June
Facts over fiction, nigga, what I'm spittin' is true
I talk about the struggle, nigga, cause I'm livin' it too
I talk about the hustle, nigga, cause I'm gettin' it too
So I mix it all together when I get in the booth

You can't fuck with me
Bottom line, bar for bar, line for line
G double E, don't forget the dollar sign
I know niggas that'll shoot shit up like Columbine
And still pray to Allah, live right through Ramadan
You should know that I'm a don, young black phenomenon
The pack get delivered prime time like Amazon
You should turn the camera on and record this moment
Introduction out the gate, I came to score like Jordan
I'm out here scorin' 40 pointers, man, I'm killin' shit
My old head told me never respond to ignorance
Just be ready for war, stand tall, remain militant
I'll be right here when they say who the winner is

You wanna roll, you need a membership
When I went in front of the judge, I plead opposite of innocent
I ain't playin' games on some rock, paper, scissors shit
I'm on a mission to get my family and niggas rich
I'm thinkin' of a plot that'll give it a different twist
I'll be fly to my socks, got a closet full of kicks
Cop work, gotta flip
Music gotta pop, I'm tryna pay top dollar for something nice thats on my wrist
Pay homage, you should say something nice when I spit
I'm a different kinda nigga, got a different kinda bitch
On a different kinda grind, on some kinda different shit
When your bills on autopay, that's a different kinda lit

No handouts, I wanna be my own boss
Your story fabricated, I'm cut from a different cloth
I listen to your music and that shit kitten soft
But I understand that you gotta get your chicken, dog
Nobody perfect nigga, we all livin' with some flaws
Cop my grandma something new, watch her cut the ribbon off
That's the goal while you niggas chillin' on the sidelines
Thanks for nothin', nigga, read in between the fine line (Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Sheppard
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