The Prelude

The game is f*cked up Ni**as beats is banging Ni**a your hooks did it Your lyrics didn't Your gangster look did it So I would write it If y'all could get it Being intricate Get you wood critics One the internet They like, u should spit I'm like, you should buy it Ni**a that's good business Forget this rap sh*t I need a new hustle A lil bit of everything The new improved rustle I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle As you see I can't leave So I do love you But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper Back when crack was what these pills are I was a real star Complete with real cars No video ones You can come, set up a camera and let the video run And my real life Complete with real ice VVS boulders all invisibly set Head and shoulders My invisible neck You see HOVA wasn't digital yet Before Steve Jobs made the iPod I was getting head jobs We call that intimate Back when rappers wouldn't dare play Lyrical roulette With an automatic weapon I was repping with a Tech Fresh like Manny be Chain like antifreeze Shoebox full of cash Dealer man hand me keys Pantries full of Arm & Hammer Don't take Nancy Drew to see What it do, I'm a damn G Just sent a million dollars through a hands free That's big money talk, can you answer me Before the answer was a 3 I was down in Georgetown With a Hoya bitch, lawyer bitch Sure he's rich now Cause he saw this shi*t, all this sh*t That's why they call him HOV Cause he came before all this sh*t Bought a 6, quarter seven Skipped on them quarter eights Bought a Nine from nonstop clock work All the time Guess who's back Since this is a new era I gotta fresh new hat 10-year veteran I been said I been through With this bullsh*t game but I never can I used to think rapping at 38 was ill But last year alone I grossed 39 mill I know I ain't quite 38 but still The flow is so special got a 38 feel The real is back