The Intro About Nothing

Time to clock in, baby

Yeah

You ready?

Yes, I was ready last time

We gon' call this The Intro About Nothing

It's gon' go like this

Lord, my all, what you think of it?

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's 'bout time that I sing of nothing

Sipping wine, sipping wine, 'cause my Henny finished

Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many ****

So I keep my circle small, you need reduction

Never too much friends, what is your circumference?

Swear to God, times is hard, but they getting better

Tryna enjoy every moment, but see, we so competitive

Gabbana made the leather, and I never missed a supper

But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet

I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better

But dollar signs never mind any Cupid's arrow

And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks

And leave the room when a **** try to sleep with 'em

Getting high, getting by, watching time fly

Tell my **** I'ma get em if they gon' ride

Young, wild **** living a dream

Although I'm not who I'm destined to be

They keep saying, Grow up

Lord, my all, what you think of it?

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's 'bout time that we sing of nothing, whassup?

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's 'bout time that I sing of nothing

Go

Go

I pray my girl don't turn to be my baby mother yet

But in fact I do, I need my boo to keep my shit in check

The shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect

Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set

Getting high, getting by as my mind fly

Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time

And the top it's lonely, so keep your homies right by your side

And if life is short, then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five

Severed ties on any **** who covet mine

And all the stunting got me looking ugly in mama's eyes

But I gotta do it, these **** need provocative music

And as a youth, mama worked too much to have an influence

Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish

You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly

Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud

It's a shame **** lame, but I'ma hold it down

Let my bread roll, never let my friends go

That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown

Getting high, getting by, watching time fly

Tell these **** I'ma get 'em every other time

Young, wild **** sit in your seat

Know every weekend every liquor for free

From Chili Bowl to Phillipe, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap

Double M G has made these bitches O.D.

I make these **** opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak

Put my cardio in the audio, you missing the beat

I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets

Outstanding, shitting on ****, but you sit when you pee

Hold up

I figure

They don't care nothin' 'bout albums

So, why not give 'em the album

About

Aye, you better sing that shit, ****

Woo, this how you start the mufuckin' show

My fourth joint in a row

The moon's in the motherfuckin' sky, alright, hey

Lord, my all, what you think of it?

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's 'bout time that we sing of nothing, whassup?

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's 'bout time that I sing of nothing