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Introduction

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Introduction was released on March 22, 2019 by Rule #1/Interscope Records as a part of the album Under Investigation 2

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Poppa

Vocals

Dubba-AA

Percussion

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Harold Finley Jr.

Harold Finley Jr.

Songwriter

Janarious Wheeler

Janarious Wheeler

Songwriter

Aaron David Lockhart, Jr.

Aaron David Lockhart, Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dubba-AA

Producer

Hi Def

Producer

Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer

Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer

Mixing Engineer

Frank Ramirez

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Mama say, son, you a blessing in disguise, I ain't lyin'

Finally home, ****, now it's game time, game time

**** say I changed up, it's hard to stay the same now

Bitches fuckin' off my name, it's comin' with the fame now

In the foreign without the brain, I be switchin' lanes now

Already I copped the chain, I'm waitin' on the rain now

Don't tolerate no disrespect, so we be steppin' on a ****

I ain't never had a check, so I be flexin' on a ****

[Verse 2]

Everybody call and ask for something, they don't be checkin' on a ****

They had checks all on a ****, they was bettin' on a ****

I was blessin' all my shooters, send a vet to come and get you

At your neck with a .38, no, he don't like them pretty pistols

Bad bitch, like 26, she like to send me pussy pictures

When you did what you did, they labeled you a pussy ****

They labeled you a pussy **** and they call me the GOAT

Soon as the check cleared, I went and spent it on a coat

[Verse 3]

I ain't gon' spend it on some dope, I'm on some other shit

I got your taxes in my pocket, fuck the government

Lil' pretty ho and she gon' chew me like some Doublemint

All in the city with that glizzy, this my brother's shit

That chopper pretty, it got titties, that's my cousin's shit

Stood on that block till it got hot just like some oven mitts

Stood on that block till it got hot, they bend the corner, let off shots

They let off shots and we got shot, a purple heart that's what I got

That shit they talk they better stand on it

[Verse 4]

Mama said two wrongs don't make a right

But you wrong, mama, if they take a life, we take a life

Fuck that shit, we spin tonight, if they ain't out, we spinnin' twice

On Dezi's block we dodgin' vice, a lot of molly, weed, and white

I've never been the type to fight, I be so quick to fuck your wife

I be so quick to grab the pipe, I be so quick to take your life

I miss the left so made a right, granted I still ain't made it right

And yes, I talk to God about it, but he ain't still made it right

[Verse 5]

But no, God, I ain't rushin' you, just take your time and do it right

I close my eyes, still see the light, it be fuckin' with my sight

Remember when I had the weed, that lil' **** with the sight

Hit my brother for the clean, he the **** with the cry

Now I'm fucking with the mic, still them **** with the mice

Shining harder than a bitch, that lil' **** with the ice

No, I don't fuck with the rats, got more cheese than the mice

Got off my ass and hit the gas, put this city on my back

[Verse 6]

See Chevy like my blood brother, he was Cody, I was Zack

See I was Spode, he was quiet, remember them nights when we was sliding

Remember them nights when they was hot

Remember them mornings they was dyin'

Open that door, them bullets flyin', snotty nose, mama's cryin

And that's just what your son get for fuckin' with us

Ay, roll 'em up, Backwood, we don't fuck with them Dutch

Don't fuck with clubs, but when I do, post up in the cut

Ashes to ashes, light it then pass it, we turn **** to dust

[Verse 7]

She freaky and nasty, bend her over, I put dick in her gut

Pullin' her hair with my left hand, I be slappin' her butt

We was broke a couple weeks ago, and now I'm rich as the fuck

Bitch, you must've think a **** playin', you need a ticket to fuck

Told the jeweler make it look like I done put my wrist in the cup

Ay, get the money, the only mission is bucks, they know I'm livin' it up

Pockets, I'm fillin' them up, they know I'm sealin' it up

Know they ain't realer than us

Written by: Aaron D Lockhart Jr, Harold Finley Jr., Janarious Wheeler

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