Vol. 2 Intro Lyrics

You wanna know how good he is I'll tell you how good he is

He's better at this than I've ever been at anything in my life

He's better at this than you'll ever be at anything

My son has a gift he has a gift and when you u acknowledge that

Then maybe we will have something to talk about

Keep it a million like a thousand grand

Man I be sounding like a 1000 grams

My shit be pounding like a 1000 hands

Good Sativa got me flying I ain't gotta land

I treat a verse like its straight drop

Hard boiled hard oil when the tape drop

Beats fire too flying out the bake shop

Shirts moving I just did the green and grape drop

Don't get it wrong my shit set n stone

Try to measure up that's better left alone

Well known I write better poems

We can play for keeps that mean dead n gone

Bout to turn this to a money train

Black mask for insurance we makin' money claims

Cool calm keep a smiffin' for the fun and games

Rio grand good money never funny change

New gun cause I'm paranoid

Silencer you won't hear a noise

The world different ain't time no time for playing

We out here doing ain't no time for saying

If it don't involve me you won't notice me caring

I be staying busy I run my own errands

I'm thinking OSO I'm thinking Red 20

I'm thinking multiple streams to get this bread to me

1st chapter was called I told you

This chapter is called I showed you

Drop bombs like I'm supposed to

Dot coms I'm shipping global

Keep trying to offend a soldier

Til dey Split ya head open looking for closure

Call him grand cause he so iconic

We bet it all put some dough behind it

You be comfortable where the liars at

My shit the gospel like it's choir backed

Can't fuck with my empire raps

Matter of fact your sires back