My Prologue Lyrics

They wanna know when im a hit em wit a street banger

That shit basic does nothing 4 my deep thinkers

U never held the pole & on ya corner u took the seem route

Never had a OG most them cats was fiend out

I bring that thing out..  4 them just incase purposes

So shook one's yeah I understand ya nervousness

This wordy shit showcasing a nigga intellect

If yall don't get the message let me know & I'll send a text

Nem the best call the play run the iso wit em

Lunchroom flow spit shit wit a pyros vision

Its religion Even losses feeling like we winning

So even if we wrong still treat it like the right decision

Resite writtens from the chair like this the game of thones

I'm dialed in but they hoping that I change the tone

My fame grown like magic when he passed 2 Worthy

My only idol been in prison 4 like the last 30

I had a Curry b4 u heard of Golden State

Flashing pearly whites now u praying that they hold the gates

We know they hate but unfazed since we older now

Yall married 2 the game & still cant control ya spouse

Ya folk a slouch takin shots like its free 2 throw

I style on u Laura's like Rosenberg & Ebro

like pac on me they got all eyes

These niggaz titties but I don't know they bra size

Check the archives u see what Nem been do-ing

At 33 got Pats on the back like you in

Fans was booing now they talkin bout he hella lit

And since cuz in now they treat em like a relative

Cuz said never talk if u don't know the facts

U the illest but on features u be holding back

Expose these cats if its smoke it's in the bottom draw

Life's a  bitch but still she's my common law

Pounds of raw nah  a nigga never sold that

Why lie its other things that I'm a pro at

on this camera lookin black like I'm Kodak

Still reppin Jersey but this one ain't a throwback

I know cats that lust white girls but pro black

tote straps since E & P said get the bozack

They poke the bear til he wake up & he poke back

These new pussies don't got nothing on the old cats

Yall so wack & still talkin bout ya old stats

They like men but keep hollering where the hoes at

We quote facts thats why we the ones they listen 2

Say they outside but from here they not visible

I'm lyrical but if u fuckin wit my queso

Fuck dirt chickens get covered in Alfredo

play tho i going Thompson like my name is clay

Gave my son a shot passed it 2 him like aim & spray

Pray the pain away 4 normalcy or a semblance

After Judy's Boy im droppin the book of Nemesis

So play this weather it's the night or the day shift

I'm a keep working til they recognize my greatness