We decided the intro needed to show strength and poise, even though the rest of the project isn't nearly as aggressive or threatening.
Lyrics
Verse:
Three bucks of swishers, eighty bucks of weed
Perhaps you'll be high enough to maybe f*ck with me
Think I'm gonna make it? Homie i'm supposed to
Had my back against the wall more than Kobe Bryant posters
Been through situations Dora wouldn't dare explore in
And still i'm kickin' @ss like the pops of Eric Foreman
Homie get the picture, no converter box
When I get a lil' richer thats when all the murder stops
I stepped up my syllables, but honesty was gone
So now I think about that everytime I write a song
Spittin' food for thought, you, you spittin' morsels
Me, I'm showin' class and just let it run its course yo
Boys is gone, crew dispersed...
They went Nuts over p*ssy in a Gucci shirt
F*ck it, hook the mic up, lets do some work
I'll show'em all what a simple beat and truth is worth
They say hate wears a great disguise
So when these cowards talk, I can taste the lies
I keep my head toward the gracious skies
Cuttin' beef down low cuz the steaks is high
Face it man, I ain?t never been slow
So how can ya'll compete when this is just the intro?
That track there? That was just an insult.
Time to step it up a bit, go and try an insole.
