Lyrics Intro - Story

This an exhibition of my penmanship
Pictures painted, practically perfect when I start penciling
If you wack exit in back and leave the premises
This is not the genesis, been a hood representative
I can still be a gentleman, but I need the provolone
Do not hit my mobile phone unless I say I'm home alone
Speak to me in lower tones, don't ask what I'm smoking on
Big Bad Wolf in the blunt, what I'm blowing strong
Speak to me with elegance, we competing for excellence
Peep the scene I'm ahead of 'em, D-O-C, I got medicine
We got beef then I heaven 'em, guillotine where yo head'll sit
Peace to people who treasure 'em, we proceed to get cheddar then
Bring it to my door, I point back through the peephole
Thinking that he can avoid straps tryna speak, oh
Grip it then I let the toy clap soon as he spoke
Pull the pistol, make his voice crack like he Veno
All I know is I just wanna stroll up to the top
Tell them labels notify us when they want a bop
Doing it upon arrival knowing I won't flop
I'm like coronavirus- wait, no I'm not

Nothing like these other rappers when I'm setting up a punch
Showing you the ropes, this how you swing em, this is double dutch
Roll up an extendo of exotic, had to double Dutch
So the reason that I'm leaning is not from a double cup
Man I heard it's cold out in these streets, you better cover up
Run into yo crib while you sleep and shoot the cover up
Playing with the gang money quickest way to summon us
I know you ain't, I know you ain't, I know you ain't tough enough
Once you out the picture, hit yo shorty, say she love it rough
Knocking at the door and she don't know that I ain't come to hump
She look down, "what's that in your pants," um, a gun
Peel the pistol, peel the pills, tell her get to stuffing up
They like "Story, how do you write all this without cussing, uh
But you do it with all the topics that ain't so rub-a-dub"
Mama told me expand from swear words and use other ones
Said that my vocab was too special and you know what, it stuck

Yup it stuck, what the Fudd, I ain't talking Elmer's Glue
Don't be swearing but I gotta ask, who the hell is you
You be with a selfish crew, don't know what the hell to do
Mama born in '79, I been dope since '72
I'm here to remove the flakes, call me Selsun Blue
Nah, I'm just here to have fun, it's a festival
Nah, nah, I'm boutta drop something with the reticle
After I bring order with words, alphabetical
You should be like Kendrick, come put this cat on a pedestal
Really I'm the coldest when spitting, no hypotheticals
Everybody say I'm gone blow and now I'm preparing to
Bringing life back into this game like paramedics do
Nobody is touching this kid, man even Jared knew
Let it ring, I'm airing you, hunt you down like caribou
Trip you, put a shell in you, look what you done fell into
Know some people who got caught, I won't be a felon too
They been feeling suffocated so I'm breathing air into
The lungs of the rap game and I think they gone declare a new
King, and my first order of business is repair the rules
Ain't the one for treason, gimme a reason, boy I'm daring you
In my city, one gun ain't enough, you gotta carry two
And they try to clap the kids, babies gotta carry too
I'm not glorifying because I'm aware it's terrible
But it still explain why even trying me, hysterical
If you show no love or support I probably don't care for you
I ain't no role model and I ain't someone to get married to
Yeah I said it therefore you should know I won't be there for you
Just know right from wrong and know the lane I wanna steer into