The Prelude

It's hard to understand the times we living in
Praying money replenishes
So we can split these dividends
Like loose ends
We cut ties and lose friends
I stand alone
Never worried bout being grouped in
They hate to see me winning
So first place is what I'm cooped in
Claim that he a stepper
But don't step
He just a fluke then
Know if we ain't on the same page
I can recruit then
And I'm trying to make insane wage
And whip a coupe Benz
I got the keys like I'm locked in
Locked in
Niggas know it ain't no stopping
That's never been an option
When you poppin' like a collar
Gotta stay on necks
And I'm on necks until they cut the check
Niggas know it ain't no stopping
That's never been an option
When you poppin' like a collar
Gotta stay on necks
And I'm on necks until they cut the check
Believe that
When I'm out on business
Can't kick it
I need the loot man
Come up off it
Before we make your whole gang
Reconsider and regroup then
Our only opposition
Is them niggas who really would love to kick it
But because we are not friendly
They just claim that it's some tension
I'm on a mission
To be the hardest out
Gotta get the dough the Pita way
I chose the hardest route
Niggas in my ear
Don't need a bae
I got it figured out
If you ain't gang then you just in the way
Need you to move around
We ride deep
Leave no stone unturned
Ain't never been scared of smoke
So you and them bridges can burn
No Derez De'Shon
I had to learn this shit the Hardaway
Back and forth from booth to booth
Until I see a larger pay
And if I got something to say 'bout it
My whole family straight
Know I'm passing out the plates
And making sure my niggas safe
Making sure that I don't see that six before they get to ate
For they get to ate



Credits
Writer(s): Avian King
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