Smoke DZA, Big K.R.I.T. - P.O.D. (Prequel of Death) lyrics

Blunt raps
As the Benz spinner crues through the city
Flying through the atti like I'm in a catty
Everything lit

Every day I celebrate my wins i'm a pro
How could a novis come critique my gems?
Shots at them pearce in the wind
Dip low, nigga no EDM
Keep the factories, I never cared for them
I stashed my Didgy skail in a pare of Tims
Let's reflect like the B3M
The last year I was worth like 3 M's
I ain't tired, coach keep me in
Mismach on me it's an easy win
Let's go P rolls, and put a bet on it
You big money, right?
But all that cheque flaunting
The prequel of death
Flash through the best momants
The birth of my kids, that first breth momant
West coast with Snoop Dogg
I burned my first extendo
Happiness like when my Pops bought
Me my first Nintendo
Or better yet to see him walk again
Life is a gorgeous thing
Tryna get you boys jewels
Try not to paun your bling
Traid your dignoty for enormous rings
Heavy though
Hearing Mama saying she love me
Never get old
Even though 10th grade year, I never would go
If you ever should know

Yeah, I remember the first time when I
Played Just Sit Down for my Granny, man
It was crazy watching her dance to it
You know what I'm saying?
Disregarding all the cuss words, it was like
You know I really like this too
I'll never forget when I got the key
To the city, really for my city, man
Bun B came out to perform
Country Shit with me
At the Frank Congris Center, man
My family was there, home and security too
Keep everybody safe, so many people
So much love
The Mayor came out, and uh, just to have
That experience around my family
And my folks, man
Showed them that we can do so much
More than just being on the block, you dig?