Intro (DuFlocka Rant: Halftime Show) lyrics

[Intro: Unknown Male]
Aight, well, look
Here we go again
Shout out to my n*gga DMX, you know, when he was in the movie and he told Nas, "Your daughter can't eat books, n*gga"
Yeah, shout out to my n*gga X 'cause this is how I feel
Here we go again
Now you get DuFlocka Rant 2: Halftime Show and Love Dinero and all this sh*t and Brick Squad Monopoly
And they doing f*cking tours and they in Europe and nobody gives a f*ck, really, like honestly
So what y'all got Phantoms? So?
So what it's two of them? So? Nobody gives a f*ck
And you fly private, so what? No one cares
I mean, y'all drop mixtapes, y'all give away music for free
Flocka run around with his f*cking hair swinging all over the place
All the b*tches, "Flocka, can you be my baby daddy?" f*ck all that
Y'all b*tches bе bugging, y'all need to get at me, like rеal sh*t
Like I don't understand all this "Rocka Flocka, damn, his sh*t went platinum and they crash servers,"
Who cares? I don't give a f*ck, me and my n*ggas don't care
We don't like y'all, we really don't like y'all
So y'all got all the b*tches, so? So what? Nobody gives a f*ck
So y'all could go 'head and download this sh*t and everybody have it I don't care, real sh*t
f*ck all that DuFlocka Rant 2 and Love Dinero and Halftime Show, no one cares
Except for me, I really wanna be down with y'all, swear to God
I know I got a baldie and I wanna grow dreads and I will be Brick Squad everything
I– I be fronting for the people, I ain't gon' lie to y'all
I be acting like I'm mad and sh*t, but when y'all pull off I be wishing I was in the car with y'all
Please, please, I'll do anything, word to mother
I– I'll be on the tour bus, I'll serve the food, whatever, man
Give me a chain, y'all could give me a little one
Y'all don't got to give me a big one, give me a little chain, a small one, I'm cool with that
Just as long as I'm down with y'all, please