No Introduction
[Verse]
No introduction
This that type of music for people who make the party but forty minutes late to the function (that right)
Music for my future Jimmy Butlers, the lowkey shooter, don’t care if it's on the court or back of the cutlass (back of the cutlasss)
I see you aiming nigga, and whether it's backboard or backshot, my people said you was dangerous nigga
Because you got that hunger in yo eyes
I can see you starving and the game is like a side of fries to ya, ain’t it? (ain’t iiiiit)
The city red, but you the one who paint it (paint iiiiit)
Boy you was born to be the shit like you was birthed out of yo momma anus (sheesh)
Just know the world is yours for you to play with
So don’t mistake it for the taking, you took it when you came out the basement
Boy I’m just saying, it's in yo possession (it is)
Man we been praying for a miracle and loads of blessings (we have)
I swear I'm tired of taking naps on that sofa section (couch!)
And finished collecting these pennies from these hoe finesses
Slower methods, have been tried so ya boy can’t complain (that’s right)
You can’t ride wit me in the sun if yeen stand in the rain (you can’t)
I take two Tylenol at night, man I’m withstanding the pain (I am)
Cause that’s the price you gotta pay for seven figures and fame
Keep my hands inside that pocket when I’m looking for change (I do)
Because that lint along dat lining got me craving the range (it do)
Not for me, it's for my mama, that’s her favorite car (skrt!)
Because that trailblazer won’t make it through the devilish parts, of this life we living
And not to mention, I been working plenty
From overdraft to overtime, I’m keeping every penny
And it's been times I prayed to God that my tank wasn’t empty
Cause thats a sign that I’m stagnant, and I ain’t moving any (I ain’t moving any)
I can’t be stationary
Cause ain’t no shooting a moving target, and I know my body, my mom would hate to carry
Them phone calls lately is getting scary (sheesh)
I know you wanna see the CMAs before I see the cemetery (before I see the cemetery)
Just know I got you, I’m working finger to bone
While niggas hitting the club, I’m switching flows in the yo
My people say they ain’t seen me, and that I been on the low
Just like a landmine, you step on me and boy I’m bound to blow, woah
Ain’t tryna brag, but that’s the way I’m feeling
I got my money, my ego is to the fucking ceiling
I turned 21, the only thing that changed was my demeanor
I ain’t fucking wit you niggas like FEMA
No introduction niggas


[Hook]
I’d rather talk my shit
Then be a lame and have ya wondering “Yo Who Dat Is?”
I play my role and charge everything else to the game
And by the way you living, I suggest that you do the same, yea

I’d rather talk my shit
Then be a lame and have ya wondering “Yo Who Dat Is?”
I play my role and charge everything else to the game
And by the way you living, I suggest that you do the same, yea


[Outro]
Lemme hear it...
Yea lemme hear that..
I like that, I like that....