Opening Night

Live and direct us, Crooked Eye direct it

This life's like a movie, these opening credits

Night times is epic, white lines for breakfast

Low lives impress us, but the highlights is hectic

Eyesight level measured up here with giants and legends

But I built it myself, just minding my business

Fuck, I'm high as the jet is, shit, I'm flying, forget it

Shit, I fall from grace, but shit, I climb from the wreckage, uh

Ain't here to smash it, what you here for?

Shotgun summer, cuz, suckers hit the rear door

Long as I hear applause cheering me on, they like

"Illiy, Illiy, it's yours, kill it, kill it" (Let's go)

Sure, I don't see why not

One-two my own label, now the deal's signed off

I'm a franchise player, put my home team on

We toast to the winners with our own theme song

And ain't no match for it, y'all act like it's an accident

Me and Phizzle smashing shit, it's arrogant but accurate

Ha, four discs deep, they can wonder how

With all respect to the underground, we put it down

My brother, black suit, black tie

Cue applause, kill the lights, welcome to opening night

We put it down, my sister, we compose that score

Making silver screen records while they scream encore

And it's real beyond reels, way beyond stills

Motion picture shit, like we put it on film

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

Yep, ain't shit changed but the year and the album name

And the album number and the label and the standard's way up

Anyway, I ain't been gone that long, still missed y'all fam

Couldn't keep me from it, I promised to be right back, so here I am

Run a track at a canter and they still

Can't keep up with the pace I set

Matter of fact, they 'bout to get lapped

And already blessed with the grace to accept it

Never that, nah, man, never that

I don't rush, I'm prolific, I don't give a fuck if they different

They just lazy, at a snail's pace, still lucky they finished