INTRO

Lyrics

[Intro: Mississippi and Louisiana State Penitentiaries Prisoners] Well, it's early in the mor-, in the mornin' Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama Well, it's early every mor--in The mornin' R-in a my right side, well-a Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin' (Baby) Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie Well, it's, oh Lord, Gal, well-a [Verse 1: Mike Dimes] Uh, uh Now let me know who be kickin' like Mike Dimes, nigga I was spittin' bars before I knew I could rhyme, nigga I was Father, Lord before there was father time, nigga I was fuckin' broads before I was in my prime, nigga Been the shit since I lеft my daddy's nuts We pullin' caddies up for any nigga that be actin' tough I nеver bragged enough, a city boy, I'm always actin' up I'm takin' all her stuff, the nails, to weed Designer bags and such, I know I been a klutz Flow smoother than the slave ships, pay for writin' scripts I'm like a bible that can move your hips, the land of holy shit I say one thing, it start apocalypse, I like to give her tip Don't fuck with niggas 'cause they all gon' flip, I never trip 'Cause niggas never really liked me Point at anybody, bet they all would try to fight me Prolly 'cause I left him or his bitch was getting pipe, B I'ma say this once, I don't want beef, not even slightly Leave me alone, why every sentence start with "My G"? [Verse 2: FlexOnDaTrack] Ballin' like the latest Kobe Bryant of this rap shit Nigga, I'm the greatest Biggest flex to me is gettin' money on you haters Love to make you niggas suffer, I'm a motherfuckin' sadist Niggas talkin' shit but they ain't bringin' it to the table Bitch, I'm tryna get this money, fuck a motherfuckin' label I got children everywhere, I rock you niggas in the cradle I ain't kiddin' with you niggas, I ain't motherfuckin' playful Young nigga twenty, I'm tryna hit twenty mill' And I'm eatin' good, I did had about twenty meals Big body motor, see no big body wheels This the H-Town drip, candy paint and golden grills Bitch, I got the Tee with a little lemon squeeze Bitch, I'm for the streets, I fuck a new bitch every week Nigga, disrespect and you'll be drumming up a beat Bitch, I'm on the track, that's that and family next to me [Outro: Mississippi and Louisiana State Penitentiaries Prisoners] Go down, go down Fly above yonder, and amen