COLD OPEN

(804!)
(Aye, pussy nigga)
(These niggas aren't deadass, I don't fuck with niggas, niggas is hoes)
(P.Y. The Leader)

Get pussy wetter than my bank account
I do well on all accounts
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
"You still at your mama's house?"
You the type of nigga to hit 'em when they already down
Bunt when you put on the mound, bullshit out your fucking mouth
Very fascinating how I make it in the fucking south
Three legs got me running wild, clean up on the seventh aisle
Smoking weed and chasing clout?
P.Y. chose a different route
Future me is fucking proud yeah, best believe I'm sleeping sound
The Leader in your speakers now
Talent never running out
I'm Ramsey with the culinary, very anti-ordinary
Brighter than canary, can't compare, see I'm a different style
While you play 2K on your couch I'm searching for newer sounds
In the booth, yeah I scare, I speak truth, be aware
It's a mood, yeah I'm here, yeah I'm here, yeah I'm here (Go, go, go, go)
This the album of the year
Time to boot all my peers, is that rude?
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care (Go ahead nigga, talk your fucking shit)
Alley oop, say my prayers
Time to shoot, throw the spear
Aim to kill, hunting deer
Watch me move, what is fear?
Talking lewd? I can't hear
Y'all is sheep, scared of sheers
Take a clue, yeah I'm rare, yeah I'm rare, yeah I'm rare
Perfect, perfect, how I be so perfect?
Urgent, searching for something that gives purpose
Heard it, heard it, yeah music is working
Cursing, cursing 'cause I want more than surface
Curtain, curtain, I found my wave and surfed it
Curving, curving, 'cause fake friends be like urchins
Cursive, cursive, I bob and weave to curve it
Nervous, nervous is this path really worth it?

804, yeah that's me, RVA been the scene
Left the box in '03, fell in love in '19
I write chords on the keys and I pop like the grease off the skillet I'm in it to win it, independently driven, I'm spitting
They gon' know my name, two letters to say
Darker than the shade, I don't got no shame
They so glad I came
Industry a maze, know I'll be okay 'cause I'm a fucking ace, keep my fucking pace, tighter than a lace
Man, I'm fucking great, not all heroes wear capes, but they all get praise
Know they want a taste, go get your own plate, you cannot relate
I'm at different rates, not up for debate
Y'all gon' taste my blade
Watch me overtake, 'till I hit the grave
I shall move with grace like my middle name
Type beats like buffet
Ride the beat like waves, hi-hats, 808s
Can you feel the bass?
I move my own way
My room is a cave, blinds shut, studying for days
But I love it, wait
I might rearrange the whole fucking game
Not to be cliche but I'm not good, I'm great
Sadness, overcame all the fucking pain that I been on, attached to the vision (Every fucking day)
They say they support but I've never seen 'em listen
Nigga, this that 804 shit, nigga (804) (Talk your shit nigga, talk your shit, nigga, talk your shit, nigga)
This the first track, we just on right now, nigga (Go ahead, talk your shit nigga, go ahead)
Let me get my shit off, nigga
804, RVA, Richmond shit, DMV shit, nigga (Aye, yuh, okay, aye)
Aye, yuh, yuh, okay let's go (Run up on a nigga, shoot in broad day, aye)
Run it up, run it up, aye, yuh
Run it up, run it up, aye, yuh
I cut that beat with a knife, nigga, yeah I cut it up
(Like real slow, re-, re-, real slow)

(Facetime call from The Editor)