RIP KOBE - Intellectual

[Intro: Kierre]

3, 2, 1

24 karat on me, it ain't lowkey feel like kobe (R.I.P.)

Lean in my cup and it's gold on my body

I might be a laker where the fuck is my trophy

Serve that white boy pack n he said holy moly

Italian bitch love cooking canolies

These niggas can't say they know me

Cause all a nigga know is that money

And he not touching money ‘less that shit monopoly

Fuck up my future I know they won’t pardon me (They won't)

Servin the junkies the trap like a pharmacy

Got 5 plugs so I always got stock on me (Huh?)

(YUH!) Click on my phone so the feds must be stalking me

There is no argumеnt

Don’t wanna finished you shouldn’t have started it

Fuck yo apologiеs

Obviously I can be whoever I want to be

Blow opportunities like tix from the lottery

I get the Audi A3, call that support from the audience

If not a Porsche or a Rari then

Why all these niggas they stay tryna follow me (Nah!)

I go insane like the wayne like off the carter 3 (I do!)

Chop through the cartilage, aim for the artery

Then i tell these niggas they best put they heart in it

Tryn' get some smoke, reveal yo position then

Cannot take shit from niggas im richer than

Pull up on his block, his niggas trembling

Been a cold nigga I was rocking that metal shit

Niggas pussy, way more feminine than feminists

Tyrannical lyrically i am a terrorist

Mental from the jump, never had a therapist

Music like yo Glock, this shit get to jammin yeah

Young fly nigga I grew up a stepper

Don't do no weak shit, 29 what im repping (That shit is weak!)

Just know we getting money that ain't a question

Body too cold, so I'm rocking this henson

If it's one thing I hate, its opposition

Say that ya'll real but yo squad full of bitches (Bitch!)

If you spun his block, why is he living

Pour one out for ya homie we know you be sippin (we know you be sipping!)