The Intro (feat. Daz Mello)

It's the It's the
Return of the
Oh they never heard of the
But my bars in the street like burnt rubber
Tire Marks
After you do a donut
But you try to fire shots
What is you doing hold up
But then I pull up and show up
It's either move up or throw up
I been had they key just had to open the door up
I had to go get my dough up
My vision was to see something bigger than me
We knew we had to go up
Now they really hearing my bars
They that shit is different
They love how I do it yea they
Know I'm always killing it
Boag on the beat
Yea he know I'm always ripping it
My rap top of their cap
Like I'm Mitchell n Ness
Now my pen and paper hot while I sit at my desk
I take a shot of Hennessy then
I finish the rest
I got a lot of shit to talk about get it off of my chest
And yea this shit I really talk about is just a big mess

Its the C.E.O-a, Ya listening to the owner
And hip-hop ain't never been dead it was in a coma
And I woke her
She up and she open off my aroma And I hate to say I told you so
But boy I thought I told ya
Its true facts this Kat Stacks, Solja
I don't do shit they do it for me, Dojer
Get in that girl mouth every morning, Folgers
Some good top then hip-hop, it's over
Listen, you play me close I'll get you missin
The only way they gon find you, is if they fishin
I've been in this position I'm a threat to the game
They not sick I'm the medicine man, Come get ya ass healed
I go bananas with bread, I let the cash peel
Labels tryna eat me alive they call me Daz-Meal
But Daz will get his shot so they madd
You see the swag
You hear the beat nigga, shouts to Boagg

Like Daz said we a threat to the game
Don Hype that's right put respect on my name
I'm writing bars everyday cuz I'm upset wit the game
How they changed lanes hit a quick dash I might dame
Got some whiplash
Yea I might dip past
With my whip smelling like a piss pack
Loud in my zip bag
Real heat coming man Boag had to sit back
Gimme one shot at this shit
I won't miss that

I won't miss that give it up Don I brought sick raps
And I got the presence with this, this shit a gift bag
Me be on some regular shit, No I ain't with that
And I'm going to get better than this, these niggaz Big Mad
Ya shit irrelevant fam, no they won't miss that
Daz keep em Bobbin Dey head till they get whiplash
Thats just a fact B'. dey wanna get at me AT me
I'm headed straight for the baggy
It's Daz, Don and Boaggy
Let's be real real, they put me in a box it wasn't working
Call me Kill Bill, I punched right out that box like Uma Thurman
Been through hell they put me through got tired of burning
Dey was Remy on that roof, takin shots from the top that's higher learning