$yd Wallace - Intro Lyrics

Chuh
Syd

And I don't even need no hook I'ma just get straight to it
Hottest new artist of the year, might do it
Don't try n check me cuz I just might do it
Volare told me use my gift, might lose it
Spittin gas, straight facts flow lighter fluid
Listening to Toni Braxt driving down Druid
I can finally breathe again I was goin through it
Don't care what you doin, my focus on track
I remember rhymin HotSpot was in the back
Searching for my heart couldn't find it with a map
Straight flatline the track like cardiac
Pulling strings no violins attached but they....pl-playin in the back
They be looking at me crazy tell me who daaaat
NO saint baby can I Brees through that
Don't care where you at
Don't care where you from
Age zero grandma told me that I was the one
Step on the court, they be like she gotta gun
Drop forty on ya head ruin all the fun
Now I'm working on adding on a lil drum
Nobody want nuin til you got suin
Niggas red in the face like you stopping suin
Know a couple killas don't make em pop nuin
I was walking through the London Gatwick port when the TSA lady stopped me & said
Miss ma'am ma'am what's in yo bag
That sh*t smell like a whole pound of grass
I said miss ma'am, please listen here
I play basketball prolly player of the year
25 years done shed a whole lotta tears
& I still stand here tall with no fear
Caught up by my charm I got lucky passed through
How ya life plays out depends on YOU
Not tryna talk religion just talking TRU
Keep ya head up do what you gotta DO
Gold links on me don't need a f*ckin CREW
RIP to NIP the great chuck Taylor's blue
Leave the beat crippled in the ICU
Now n*ggas wanna comment I see you
When I been had the talent, had to push through
Now my sh*t bubblin like a shook up brew
Crazy with the Forex how they trading on you
I was all for it til ya colors bled through
But I ain never stunting
2020 how I'm comin
& I'm headed to the top, f*ck who ain't comin

Yeah ... intro shit b*tch