It's Just an Intro

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If you pull up
I’m telling you right now
If you pull up one of them old beats
I’m not rapping
Why
Straight up
You see me bro, I am a Rockstar bro
I’m not rapping on that type stuff
We’ll decide
Let that beat drop
Yeah
Dat right
Ugh
Take a walk in my shoes and you'll get corns in em
Nothing cozy huh, You walking scorned in em
How I do it, What's the secret
Should I paint the picture
What story can I tell when I ain't lived like Jigga
Bigga than most niggas, my slim figga
Holding more bars than most niggas with Smalls in em
I celebrate the greats, make no mistake you hate
They're long gone somebody gotta pick up the pace
You silly wabbits, hippity hop habits
Clashing with trash rapping and mad trapping
That never happened
Clout chasing, marijuana from cloud vaping
Pop xans, sip lean yall got the crowd basing
This just an intro
Allow the vibes of this beat to set the tempo
Class in session, ask no questions
Take notes knowledge is power, most lethal weapon
Dark boom bap my Starry Night's a Vangoh
Joy riding let's see how far this van go
It gave Kendrick plenty to write about
Became a cover to remember past times he lived out
Peep how he got out
Kitchen rhyming, rapping his way up out
Made his round about like he was in a roundabout
Swerving as his tires screech the surface on a service route
I'm certain that his purpose is to reach the people in doubt
Like me, I grew up in a house with both parents
My cousins and my Auntie
Who also played parent, it’s apparent
Midwest influence in my music
East coast boom bap, still Ima use it
The ingredients when I brew it
Authentic nigga don’t need validation just to prove it
Stupid! Teaching my youts, get used to it
You sound foolish
Don’t butt in you Joe Buddens, who know nothing
No if and's or buts and
You pressing my buttons, I'm bugging
Remember music sessions in my bedroom with my cousins
All of this progression correlated with the moments
I've recorded and I couldn't afford it
Dawg
Oh you hating
I love it my heart the the thumping
You rather see me out dead than ahead
Overdosed on meds, end up clickity clacked in the head
And I ain't got nothing to lose
Except my soul and the booth
Writing these rhymes for you, revealing my truth
Spilling like Elmer's glue
Sticking attached to you, yeah
Reppin the city that feels no pity if you ain't on top
Counting the money contrasting the phony
Shit don’t ever stop
This just an intro
No triplet flows, I'm in control of the tempo
Past chu peasants, passive aggressive
My passion is the present that I'm Blessed with
Jeez
It's just an intro
You know, I set the tempo
Dat right, it's just an intro
Allow me to be unpredictable
Nigga
I just feel like, it’s a young man’s game
And one thing about it being a young man’s game
If you older, you have to allow them to do what they do
Remember when we came when we was young
And we was fly, and I was young
They didn’t understand me
You know they was out there running over my CD’s
Talking about he was the worse nigga’ ever created
You know what I’m saying
But until they understood that
This style gone live forever because it’s mine
And nobody could do my style

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