Welcome To Preseason Lyrics

Hey there you, shattered in a thousand pieces,
Weeping in the darkest night.

Welcome to preseason,
We got so much to discuss in such a short time,
I don't want to waste these precious moments,
Those who are unfamiliar,
Will soon be familiar,
It's Fly-America

Uh, did all the things that they said I wouldn't (I wouldn't),
I held it down when they said I couldn't,
Out on the road baby's at home I gotta keep it pushing,
Why you dealing with them niggas man they kinda crooked (they my niggas though),
What's life without mistakes (right),
Working night and day until I'm wiping out the greats (right),
I'm Tyson house the tiger out,
Icing out the cakes,
No debate, flow rare like I'm knifing down the steak,
And it's great, wait, what's a man to you,
They should know that taking over's what I plan to do,
It's what you plan to stop,
Will you take a chance or not,
Gimme 3k for a feature Imma make you hot (Imma make you hot),
No cops this lil bastard came to take the spot,
My time on my watch you better get a clock,
God, who knew that would work (work),
I was too cool for school but too bad for church (church),
This new class could work if we move passed the purp,
Some old this and same old that,
Changed those stats, naw nigga you can't go back,
Rain on that, I'm leaning like a kangol hat,
Ayo Jack, releasing facts you should stay and cherish,
Rap it up like Aids awareness,
Imma lay the merits,
Never ____ meet her parents then I ____ the ____,
I'm not embarrassed so don't spare bro I had to share it,
This life I live, my lord, this life I live,
Sitting back reminiscing on the things I did,
12 hours in the booth can I bring my kid,
Kinda pissed cuz if not then I can't come,
Stress chasing my daily but daddy can't run,
All my ex's is crazy hate when I have fun,
Mad that I'm living my dream like you ain't have one,
This sound, this sound dumb if you ask me,
Hate me now, but love me last week,
Ya main thang is my ____ ____,
I had her dripping while she ride it like a gas leak,
The fast sleep then it's back to the paper,
Triple way player you ain't never did it major,
Indiana kid and they treat me like a pacer,
I should charge by the acre,
Ask around for any takers (It's Battles),

Right,
It's Fly-America

(Thanks to Bijan Mehdizadeh for these lyrics)