Intro ft. Ex-Prez Lyrics

You just purchased a piece of history nigga

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Woo

What I want y'all to do is turn your volume all the way up

I don't care what time it is

If you're in a car roll the windows down and vibe with me

It go

Motherfucka' I'm back for the first time

But don't get it confused cuz I've been doing my thing since 89

And I'm somewhere around 25 and lyrically I'm so sick I shouldn't be alive

I'm back to make the crime rate high

Nah I'm on some laid-back shit I'm playing wit' y'all

But don't think imma let that bullshit slide

I leave you slumped over in that bullshit ride

I'm in the hoopty cuz if I cop what I wanta' cop

it probably make my whole team hot yeah

So I stash every buck I get

All these fake industry cats could suck my dick

Am I going too far

Well good par that's why I rap so you can hear my heart

Fuck y'all

Villa Nova that God

I'm 'bout to be million bound

I'm 'bout to have the coupe Gucci down

After that imma think you' a groupie clown

Better say what you gotta say to me now, huh

I gotta make my rounds

Better say what you got to say to me now

Look what the fuck am I cookin' for

Can't a young nigga get money anymore

Post to fuck up at a mom-and-pop store

Just push that money right through the hole in the wall

All I gotta make is one phone call

By the time I hang up, three goons at your door

I'm just getting started and it's verse classic

I know I'm about to be rich like a first draft pick

I'm a bastard and my pops still alive and well

Cuz I rap like I'm alive in hell

You ain't fire you' a Foreman grill next to a volcano

That stay hot at Turks and Caicos oh

I'm tryna' stack bread by the bundles from the east coast to Rancho Cucamonga

Son Know

I'm humble until you violate nigga

Then I'll lay 21 'pon you

I ain't the type talking shit 'bout what I'm gon' do

With 20 guns up in the crib that I won't shoot

It's the Gooch of the modern day I'm back

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