Pre-Lude

Done wasting time
This is another year
We done playing fair
Can't fake through my pride
Give out money not lies
Swear my second house is outside
I'm a troop it til' tonight
Some more blues will get me right
But all the custies out of sight

But this is normal in the streets
One day it's famine next it's feast
Swear I thought bout serving rocks
To get families off the block
I'll pick up anything I can
From serving white to serving grass
Stack up bread and build a team
With ones who make sure we all eat
And when you doley have a nine

Before intruders run inside
Can't have robbers run a muck
Taking all the bucks
Cause we moving dumb
Got to pack a little heat
Watch you got to freeze
Like you caught by the police
Would you go to court for me
If they take me and the breech
Or would you turn around and hide
When my funds ain't sitting high

I like you with no make-up
Your beauty got to savor
Who is going to save us
When our life on the line
I don't want you to cry
So every alibi you gone provide
I ain't want to be your man
But you the realist in the land
So I'm not going to give a away
The best thing that I have
They'll be no chance of coming back
We was in the same race
But now they overlapped