Introlude

So what's this... I'm sippin' on a Brisk In the middle of a jam session, gamin up a bitch I'm in the midst of a major move Done paid my dues A fiend of mary jane and booze.. Uh So tell these lames they playing to lose And tell these hoes, it ain't cool to play the games they choose And um.. go pass the bowl on over in my direction Sex sessions, less talk extra protection I be with weed givers As in ain't gon' be shitter Cause ain't much worth lookin up to except for some free dinner Meanwhile I'm trapped in a circle of weak spitters And the bars I kick are so fuckin cold the beat shivers Who gon' inform all these faggots that we winners? Y'all idea of real, hypebeast J's and cheap spinners My team deep, ain't no room for beginners And competition is midgets, hella 3 feet centers But yo, I'm feelin tall enough to glass Dwight Stuntin on the D, bitch that ain't what you said last night And in my past life you KNOW I hit that ass right So check the method, Kembe X is shittin on you ass wipes And that's it