My presence a present lemme present you
With the memoirs of my pencil
A peasant professing the way the kings do
Niggas out here shootin to obtain juice
I been blessed to be coming wit thru the same crew
Run the game till it's cramps bruises
Never take threats from you cowards
Your camp is clueless
Transparency I see thru ya
So if you new or you knew us
Then you knew it was just a matter of time until we blew up
If not build the bomb f*ck a timer light the fuse up
I lost my manners vol. 2 they confusing us all these beats
That we bruisin' up that's just the way god usin' us
I bit my tongue held my views enough
Sing I sang on my cues enough
Ying I yang watch this dude get rough
Sling I slang for yo nose but we only puff
Mary Jane she be all in my clothes and stuff
When my main smell her perfume on my collar
She be asking for a threesome so I'm rollin up
Then I'm focused ain't no one controllin' us
But they patrolling us till we blast off leaving smoke and dust
Then it's hats off they wanna roll wit us
888
My presence a presence a present lemme present you with the memoirs of my pencil
A peasant professing the ways the kings do
I'm hands on with the grind jiu-jitsu
You don't want yo mama sayin I miss you
You don't want those problems cuz if it's issues
Then all the rules on the list tend to get removed
My handy man in this bitch we could get the tools
We can make the moves to click removed from the stage a MCs first instinct is to prove
Show the crowd that gang shit used up I'm the shit and this ain't the news
Do yo research no false claims what you make from clues
It was me wit a mic in a tracking room deliver strikes
Like he mike or Mayweather theres no one made better
I'm what they made sweaters for
What I say medical
Keep yo head in the game or ima have to sever you
Better gain some a testicles
Or your remains will stain he nearest trash receptacle
If I cause a spectacle I am only a man
In my head Ima god and that they don't understand
These niggas fall for anything decided I would stand
Put my niggas in position and pocket a couple bands
Add it all to the total change the game with my hands
Young Scoe - Prelude Lyrics
Young Scoe - Prelude Lyrics
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My presence a present lemme present you
With the memoirs of my pencil
A peasant professing the way the kings do
Niggas out here shootin to obtain juice
I been blessed to be coming wit thru the same crew
Run the game till it's cramps bruises
Never take threats from you cowards
Your camp is clueless
Transparency I see thru ya
So if you new or you knew us
Then you knew it was just a matter of time until we blew up
If not build the bomb f*ck a timer light the fuse up
I lost my manners vol. 2 they confusing us all these beats
That we bruisin' up that's just the way god usin' us
I bit my tongue held my views enough
Sing I sang on my cues enough
Ying I yang watch this dude get rough
Sling I slang for yo nose but we only puff
Mary Jane she be all in my clothes and stuff
When my main smell her perfume on my collar
She be asking for a threesome so I'm rollin up
Then I'm focused ain't no one controllin' us
But they patrolling us till we blast off leaving smoke and dust
Then it's hats off they wanna roll wit us
888
My presence a presence a present lemme present you with the memoirs of my pencil
A peasant professing the ways the kings do
I'm hands on with the grind jiu-jitsu
You don't want yo mama sayin I miss you
You don't want those problems cuz if it's issues
Then all the rules on the list tend to get removed
My handy man in this bitch we could get the tools
We can make the moves to click removed from the stage a MCs first instinct is to prove
Show the crowd that gang shit used up I'm the shit and this ain't the news
Do yo research no false claims what you make from clues
It was me wit a mic in a tracking room deliver strikes
Like he mike or Mayweather theres no one made better
I'm what they made sweaters for
What I say medical
Keep yo head in the game or ima have to sever you
Better gain some a testicles
Or your remains will stain he nearest trash receptacle
If I cause a spectacle I am only a man
In my head Ima god and that they don't understand
These niggas fall for anything decided I would stand
Put my niggas in position and pocket a couple bands
Add it all to the total change the game with my hands
With the memoirs of my pencil
A peasant professing the way the kings do
Niggas out here shootin to obtain juice
I been blessed to be coming wit thru the same crew
Run the game till it's cramps bruises
Never take threats from you cowards
Your camp is clueless
Transparency I see thru ya
So if you new or you knew us
Then you knew it was just a matter of time until we blew up
If not build the bomb f*ck a timer light the fuse up
I lost my manners vol. 2 they confusing us all these beats
That we bruisin' up that's just the way god usin' us
I bit my tongue held my views enough
Sing I sang on my cues enough
Ying I yang watch this dude get rough
Sling I slang for yo nose but we only puff
Mary Jane she be all in my clothes and stuff
When my main smell her perfume on my collar
She be asking for a threesome so I'm rollin up
Then I'm focused ain't no one controllin' us
But they patrolling us till we blast off leaving smoke and dust
Then it's hats off they wanna roll wit us
888
My presence a presence a present lemme present you with the memoirs of my pencil
A peasant professing the ways the kings do
I'm hands on with the grind jiu-jitsu
You don't want yo mama sayin I miss you
You don't want those problems cuz if it's issues
Then all the rules on the list tend to get removed
My handy man in this bitch we could get the tools
We can make the moves to click removed from the stage a MCs first instinct is to prove
Show the crowd that gang shit used up I'm the shit and this ain't the news
Do yo research no false claims what you make from clues
It was me wit a mic in a tracking room deliver strikes
Like he mike or Mayweather theres no one made better
I'm what they made sweaters for
What I say medical
Keep yo head in the game or ima have to sever you
Better gain some a testicles
Or your remains will stain he nearest trash receptacle
If I cause a spectacle I am only a man
In my head Ima god and that they don't understand
These niggas fall for anything decided I would stand
Put my niggas in position and pocket a couple bands
Add it all to the total change the game with my hands
Writer: Taron Briscoe
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