The Prelude

You know, some people say I don't talk a lot
Think I'm being rude or shy
When you always talking your words lose their value
Maybe I don't say enough
But uh, this for everyone that think I don't say enough
You'll hear me now tho

Yeah this my lighter flow but now it's getting more than scary
I got her in more positions, I ain't talking missionary
Tell my niggas spark a light and get they pistols ready
Duck-duck goose we blowing heads it's so discretionary

If time is money then I'm clocking all this revenue
Looking for a new bitch so keep your shorty 10 & 2
And I could tell you something that you probably never knew
We was blowing trees and pushing keys on Collins Avenue

Nigga fuck a wave cuz you already know I been the tide
And you don't gatta feel a way when I watch you cross the finish line
Real niggas move in silence I don't really tend to talk a lot
See me and these niggas backing out just like a parking spot

Flowing like a hemi watch these niggas get to dodging me
I'm a juvenile but really feeling like a prodigy
Bricks on top of bricks on top of bricks on top of bricks
Feel like Weezy in the bitch I only need a lighter flick

Most of my ex girls would probably say I'm way too blasé
But I'm married to the money so a B is my fiancée
Bitches getting crisscrossed, big chains, Rick Ross
Sounding like I hit a nerve but I ain't even pissed off

Know we ain't the same no one better that the swag fits
Said that this my lighter flow so guess you gatta match this
I been going off to put my city on the atlas
And I would kill y'all niggas but this beat was just for practice

Who the pretty nigga that be climbing up the charts
Call me heartbreak K, durag with the hearts
I'm still with the same niggas that done been here from the start
Said if I ever got rich then I would always play the part

Say they live above the law but they fall under the bar
See these niggas teeing up but they ain't really up to par
Had to cut the lights on they been living in the dark
Know I'm from another planet so they treat me like the star

Nigga kick flipping off the wall I'm on my grind
Catch me in my own designer Caravaggio Milan
Feel like Puffy with the shine I turn a nickel into a dime
Mystic Lake where you could watch me flip a six like number nine

Hit you with the combo, give it to you pronto
Swear they eating what I'm dishing out like I was Rondo
I ain't from New York but now I'm rolling up the fronto
Nigga I got three O's on me like Toronto

Love like Marley, keys like Alicia
If I see you with your man I'll say it's nice to meet ya
Come up off a lick, in a hammock with your bitch
Moving up and down the strip and I don't need no hook for this shit

You know I don't feel fear honey
Most y'all niggas been sold, this ain't last year dunny
If I ever get the chance I'll run the bill up like I'm Chauncey
Never duck the beef but gat fillet-o on my entree

Cuz I been on the move it's like the kid been getting traded
Always thankful for my welcome but I never overstayed it
I'll be on my grind until the car and crib is gated
Couple mill and even then I'll probably say it's overrated

When you stepping out and everybody know you popping
Then sometimes it feel like flexing is your only option
This that lighter flow I really think this gat that classic feel
Still ain't said enough tell these niggas that we rap for real