Kwon Baker - The Prelude Lyrics

Uhh Wake & Bake
First thing first, gotta give him thanks
Following that, I'll meditate
Taquito the weed though, levitate
Thinking of ways to elevate
Look at my girl like heaven's sake
Got hella back, girl hella cake
After this back, give your back a break
Damn (Good lord)

Aye
She'll prolly decline that
Considering in her mind
Like all of the time I get in the kitty
I'm out of my mind
She don't got time
Honestly love, neither do I
I'm on the grind
To be a GOATY in my time
Do it for my Locs and as well as for my slimes
Fuck the colors, man let's all unify
They don't wanna see us pass 25
Jokes on them though, muthafucka we gon ride

We gon' ride, ain't no opt
Man this shit gotta pop
Fuck a opp, fuck a cop
You'll get hit, Ronnie Lott
Flip flip nonstop
Make one call, yeah that's all
Hit for everything you got
Nike flops, Polo socks
Barber shop, chop the top
In the booth, Reid Richards and T'challa got shit locked
Blow a bag with the clique
Yeah it's Clint, Groot and Scott
It's the boulë, it's the block
Man this shit is all I got, it's all I got

Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it
Let me light it, light it, light it
I'm just smoking, smoking, smoking
Getting higher, higher, higher
I got shit that's on my plate and no cap it got me wired
But on everything I love, this that shit that I desire
This the 7th hokage, training thorough with Jariya
Man it's something about this little ninja coming with that fire
He's the nigga when the situations dire
He's the, fuck it, look

Young nigga went through poverty
And T'Chaka ran out on me
Me and Ramonda had hard times looking for a roof and meals to eat
This back when I had crooked teeth
Back when my fusions would squeak
In Lynwood or Doraville
Lawrenceville to the right of me
Telling me, trapping hard isn't what life gotta be
Man I know it's more to this world that we gone see
I got that brother the same way that Jehovah got me
Hell yeah we got it out the mud and we looking Clorox clean
Fuck you mean
Drip like Fly G the way that we on the scene
I'm too wavy for these ladies though I don't een pop no beans
I want Mercedes for baby
'Cause she deserves finer things
And she crazy bout her baby
So bitch you best get from me

(From here with you fuck niggas, like this here, aye)

So you best, get from here
Jesus Christ, can you steer?
Pussies always run they mouth but never talk that when I'm right here
I don't get it
How these bitches always talking bout they real
I'm a menace on you midgets
Can-can Kwon get Nike deal?
I just stare at them with them penance, that's that John Blaze shit for real
Orthodontist, I'm a dentist
I be in they grill for real
I'm a shark in the ocean, and you hoes looking like krill
This Equilibrium, this that Mad Titan
I'm hard to kill

Aye you aye, aye you
Yeah all of y'all
Come over here come over here I got a story to tell y'all
Yeah all of y'all, come over here
Chill out chill out chill out, I'ma tell y'all, just chill out
Alright, y'all ready?

There was once a recruit in basic training
Struggling to pass his test
His stress was weighted like a bullet proof vest
And immature recruits pulling him into their mess
But he tries to take it easy
And remembers that he's blessed

So he practices push-ups every night
Did his sit-ups to make his abs tight
Ran two miles to make his stamina right
And it all came easy like it was over night
But remember life's too short to be stressed
Because the man above decides when you finally rest
It's all sumlite

Alright y'all, that's it, that's it now
Gon' 'bout your way