Intro to Me

Calling all the ragers to the front
Get ready for the show (let's go let's go)
I'm always number 1 I'm at the front
And no one has to know

Start from the back but in front of the line
Hop on the track and I get on my grind
Bringing it back like I'm hitting rewind
I'm seeing more than just dollars and dimes
I keep a stick like I'm drumming in line
Hitting on beat so we staying on time
(Let's Go)
Dip when it's heat Yeah we peep out the blinds
Need a stick just to stick in the sofa
Watch from the front and watch out from behind
If they pull up we roll 'em and smoke 'em
Rest In Peace all of my homies that died
Gatta hit up Dashaun and Lil Yoda
If you gone slide on my homie you flying
If you lying its up to Jehovah

Yeah, Pick up a cheque keep it all to myself I don't care bout a hoe
(I don't care bout a hoe)
She don't get no respect don't deserve no Patek or them Carti bifocals
(or them Carti bifocals)
Need a thot or a pet that's gone do what I say
And won't do what I don't
(do what I don't)
Need some Wok or some Tec
Just to ease up the stress and keep me on my focus
(all the ragers to the front)
It's a way how to move in the streets if you know then you know it
Throw your trust in the trash gatta be on your own till you going
Independence your peace if you love them you can't even show it
Keep my mind all at ease with some grass and a bottle of potion
Yeah, I keep 'em bragging on me
(Bragging on me)
I need baguettes on me
Bread in my pockets and diamonds on me
7 thotties they climbing on me
Send me a beat and I'm rhyming with ease
Just watch the timing for me
Imma be lining the field
Imma be signing a deal
Yeah, I keep 'em bragging on me
(Bragging on me)
I need baguettes on me
Bread in my pockets and diamonds on me
7 thotties they climbing on me
Send me a beat and I'm rhyming with ease
Just watch the timing for me
Imma be lining the field
Imma be signing a deal
Imma sign me a deal
I'll do a tape for a pack of some pills
I could kill any track like they calling me Bill
I been feeling like Wayne cuz I'm short but I'm ill
I could live in the burbs I could pop out in drills (Frrrd bow)
I could slime till I kill
But I got morals for me
I need my mama at peace
Yeah, I gatta get to the cheese (Get to the cheese)
Gatta hop in the (skrt)
Get me a cheque and I hop in the B (Hop in the B)
Turn that chick to a flirt
Now she cant help but keep swallowing me (Swallowing me)
Following me (Following me)
She looking hollow to me (Hollow to me)
Ain't gettin call up from me (Call up from me)
Yeah, said I'm the one had to tell her she mixed up
Then I send that lil hoe to the streets
Roll up a dub and it's stuffed in a swisher
I be getting so high it's illegal
'Member when I was a shorty in high school
Used to pick up them hoes on Omeagle
When I get rich imma hit up my old hoes
Smash it up in the back of the regal
Playin my cards and I'm stackin my chips up
Had to tip my hat off to the dealer
Pray every mornin and night for my Hittas
That the Lord n' their stick gonna keep 'em
Play like a Crip but I'm just a lil nigga
With a dream and a college degree
Work every day and I stay gettin richer
While you tucked in your bed and you sleeping
Bragging on me
(Bragging on me)
Baguettes on me
(Baguettes on me)
Diamonds on me
7 thotties they climbing on me
Send me a beat and I'm rhyming with ease
Just watch the timing for me
Imma be lining the field
Imma be signing a deal
Yeah, bragging on me
(Bragging on me)
Baguettes on me
Bread in my pockets and diamonds on me
7 thotties they climbing on me
Send me a beat and I'm rhyming with ease
Just watch the timing for me
Imma be lining the field
Imma be signing a deal



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Bridgewater Jr.
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