BUSSIN BRICKS INTRO

Lord have mercy on my soul How many chickens have I stole? One last night and night before I'm goin' back and tryna' get ten, eleven mo', I'm star- It ain't dope if you can't sell it It ain't gas if you can't smell it This that shit, if you can't tell it You a lame If you get digits then I'm with it Crime committed, yo, i did it Must admit it, got me rich as fuckin' Richie Bought a dog and named him Dollar Bought my bitch a diamond collar Copped a '96 Impala Two-inch dropper, made a squatter Forgis, didn't it cost a dollar? Money funny when you gettin' it You ain't even gotta spend it (Money) Turned the saints to sinnin' Been this way since the beginnin' When you broke and got potential Everybody act all friendly When you dominatin', winnin' Everybody is an enemy They pretendin', winnin' And it's evil asses creepin' on you with a semi Phony fuckers filled with envy Get you lined right up in Lenox They intention, leave you flat-lined Laid out, meet an early endin' But that's cliché 'Cause know the consequence that come with sinnin' (come with sinnin') New beginnin' if you really 'bout that listenin' (I'm bearin' witness) I'm a nigga that read Robert Beck, watch plays by August Wilson I really miss my pretty stripper, read me Zoro while she kneelin' It don't matter 'bout our valor if the system say we villains It don't matter if you Jamil Al-Amin or Jeffery Williams 'Cause your enemy's the same and they will never see you different I'm determined, I'm gon' earn it 'Fore I go to hell or heaven I could be a Andy Young or i could be a Wesley Merritt What I won't be is a sucker, punk or chump that's movin' scary Ay, I am out Atlanta from the start until the endin' I work a job and break my back to serve a sack and feed my children