Pre-Game (feat. JAY Z)

I lay my gun fine

Ideas be as bright as the sunshine

Shook the rap game with just one line

When me and my **** combine all day, you know what

Sometimes, I run with mad **** who done time

Hit you with eight, from one nine

Now you showin' the vein

My shells is like information, go in your brain

Holdin' my slug

Before you squeeze 'em, show 'em the love

Burn your fingertips so throw 'em a glove

Understand me

Before my album dropped, cop the Grammy

Uncanny

Bought my first Rollie from Manny

Dirty burners my crew never hand me

****, we family

You not, get shot, get caught slippin' like Dexter Manley

Release ten lead

Spray right, paint your skin red

Damn we, all the shit you can't be

We big time, you small time, real small like how a ant be

Marcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo, and Danny

Peace to the Burrells, Cut Wop, and Stanley

Boom Moet and Bow, my whole set is wild

Past threats, frontin' flash singles and that's bent

Fuck a bitch, you know the drill

Cut a chick or suck a dick

As a youth explosively

Clappin' off the roof, shootin' guard like Kobe

Raised up slay smears and Bowie

Back then, Gil was my codeine

The Spanish Jose showed me how to get the money **** owe me

Fast forward, no kids, six cars, and three Rollies

Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin' on Uba

Got rap in a stupor

First to clap your group up from the range with a ski rack

Or six with the roof up, shit

I light the mother-fuckin' soundproof booth up

New shit, ya say the same shit like you're looped up

Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the black Scorsese

What your album lack is more Jay-Z

Code name, Jay-hovah, all praise me

Y'all don't paint pictures, you all trace me

You yet to see the day when my squad be done

I represent that shit ****, Marcy's son, what