Intro - Rimzee

Dreams of taking over the atlas\nNow I can cop a double R and wipe that shit off my taxes\nYo, in school they taught a nigga 'bout elements\nNever knew I’d be a gunner, just like the Emirates\nSnaked by my bro, I feel like Tommy in Power\nWhy I gotta die for them to give me my flowers?\nWhen it was time to glide, I was never umming and ahhing\nAnd I ain’t gotta blow, I’ll be a millionaire, regardless\nCame in the game, I was lit from the start\nCan’t put it on that beat if it don’t come from the heart\nHad the ting in the garage like Palace Pavilion\nMs on my mind and I weren’t talking about millions\nMummy, told me, «Come in when it gets dark»\nBut I was shotting hard, I couldn’t rap like Nas\nIn them streets, I was serving them C.A.T.S.\nMade hundreds of the phone, I should’ve charged them V.A.T.\nMy phone firing, them nights it was tiring\nMummy, always said make that bed, gotta lie init\nAnd it don’t get no realer, we shared money for dinner\nAnd F be forever my nigga\nWhen you got nicked, I flew your yard, took out all the weed\nRemember when I fell off, had to borrow Ps\nHad the same chromes and we had the same goals\nAnd when you got shot, I felt that shit in my soul\nIf I was on road, you know how much man would’ve bleed\nAnd even though it was you, it felt like it was me (It did)