T.K.F.L Intro

My boy

(Ah, uh, yeah)
(What's this called?)

Uh, they said, "I'm back"
Back inside the game, they said, "Hovah, where you at?"
Uh, shoutout to them niggas in that corner selling packs
This shit ain't a game, we be rappin' for them stacks, uh
Trill fucked up the game, he the realest nigga, facts

Who else you know to flex like this?
Yeah, I know that I can shoot but I don't flex my wrist
Getting past all the fools, you can test my wits
Flow prolific is my rule, come and check my scripts, yeah
Once upon a time, I lost it
Talking my shit, got 'em jackin' I'm flossin'
Niggas be calling for help
Getting double teams from the way that I cross 'em
No 2K, I came just to play now
Range shooter, so guess how I aim now?
Super glue, niggas know I'ma stay down
Might need a bat, niggas know that I hate clowns
All jokes aside, can't fuck with a Harley
I'm a champ, I'm moving like Hardy
Bravo to Test, I'm smarter than Johnny
Tiger's eye, I'm stronger than Rocky (Mm)
Run Ricky, don't fuck with the Bobby's
Go against me? Good luck, Charlie
Kill beats and call that a hobby
On my two, can't depend on no party
White folk be calling me gnarley
Pants up, they calling me a smarty (Ha)
Paint pics, they calling me Arty
Running the beat, I'm a human Ferrari
Present with the facts, I never move tardy
Go dumb on the track, might say I'm retarded
On Hilfiger, I'm a lyrical Tommy (Ah, ah)
Ahead of my time, niggas' calling me Gandhi (Ah, ah, ah)
Damn, I'm sorry, my baguettes might hit
Maybe that's my shiny future, as my craft I perfect (What?)
Waterbending with my flow, feel the waves I project
Yeah, I'm packing all the bars, I arrest as I spit

Who's the realest on that beat? Zay Hovah, oh, it's me
Two-toned real nigga, I keep racks inside my jeans
And I'm laughing at the fiends, now I'm drinking down codeine
Bad bitch, blonde hair, and she suck it like a queen
I-I-I could make her dance up off a perky
She gon' wanna fuck me like her nigga did her filthy
Now this bitch is calling up my phone, talking freaky
She was jackin' Hovah nutted, gave her a baby, huh
Young niggas telling out their story
Got P-Trill on this beat, doin' all these niggas filthy
Back up on my feet, coming back giving 'em fifty
Shooters with the heat, and they mad they cannot stop me (Uh)

They said, "I'm back"
Back inside the game, they said, "Hovah, where you at?"
Uh, shoutout to them niggas in that corner selling packs
This shit ain't a game, we be rappin' for them stacks, uh
Trill fucked up the game, he the realest nigga, facts

Can't really complain, yeah, I do this for them stacks
Nigga, stay up in ya lane, all these lil' niggas wack (Uh)
Shawty, why you playing? Know you want a nigga back
Big bro- Big bro said, "Stop playing, Zay Hovah, yeah, he's back"
Yeah, he's back, yeah, he's back, yeah, he's back
Yeah, he's back, yeah, he's back, yeah, he's back