No this ain't the
No this ain't the
Uh
No this ain't the intro, this the entree
Been back and forth on my bullshit
In my own lane
In my own ride
Fuck the gunplay
Doing 85 on the highway
On a Friday
But I'm still whipping the Honda Civic
Wooden spoon flows
I done came from humble beginnings
Bringing me the beats
Promise I'll put my foot up in it
Money on repeat
Thank god I'm a born sinner
A bread winner
A role model
Wanna touch on the shit that Cole brought up
There's a whole lot of niggas that ain't rapping with soul
Whole lot of selling souls for the goals, they ain't even hit gold
Now they riding down they hometown roads
Only see 'em on they InstaLive videos
But imma slow my roll
Cus this ain't the intro, this the entree
No this ain't even the intro, this the entree
No this ain't even the intro, this the entree
No this ain't even the intro, this the entree
No this ain't even the intro
Cus I
I feel good
I sip good
I smoke better
I look good
I feel good
I smoke better
I feel good
I sip good
I smoke better
I look good
I feel good
Fuck a co-sign
I'll go get it on my own time
I been praying for a long time, so tired
Even in my own house, I feel tied up
Then my homie switched sides, now I'm fired up
That's when I noticed who's riding for me
That's when I noticed the snakes in the leaves
That's when I finally felt some relief
Ear to the ground
I been going through some changes
I'm no longer the abandoned one
And my team you cannot manage us
Getting money, you can't stand it no
Now we only make advances
Now we eating intros like they entrees
Cus this ain't even intro, its the entree
No this ain't even the intro, dis the entree
No this ain't even the intro, dis the entree
No this ain't even the intro
Cus I
I feel good
I sip good
I smoke better
I look good
I feel good
I smoke better
I feel good
I sip good
I smoke better
I look good
I feel good