tragic - Intellectual

[Chorus: crusey]

Ch-ch-choppa going bang-bang blast, I got shooters in the back

Me and isai blowing up, bitch, I pull up with a tac

Bitch, I do not give a fuck, at the bank collecting racks

Yeah, your music fucking sucks, turn that off, that shit was tra-ra-a-ash

Th-th-they can't find your body, that shit tragic-i-ic

Said you wanna fucking fight, I'm causing havoc

A-a-all your friends acting fake like it's plastic

We-we-we gon' make you disappear like it's magic

Like it's magic, it's tragic

We gon' pull up, yeah we bring the havoc, the static

Yeah, we the ones who make it happen, you lackin'

(AFFLICTED) We on top, we bring the action, we active

(So he gon', so he gon') So he gon' run-run-run run

Boy, you not no faster than my gun-gun-gun-gun

Diamonds on my neck, they way a ton-ton-ton-ton

Cost me 'bout for bricks you getting nun, boy you gettin' nun

(You ain't gettin' none)

W-w-what the fuck are your last words? I don't know

Do this shit backwards, you can shoot, but you know I am faster

I can't even get right up, she said she an actor

Blood up on my jacket, I got blood up on my steppers

Bitch, we is afflicted

I got True pants on while I rock Affliction

He keep talkin' tough, so you know he going missing

Yeah, we in the future, we riding inside a spaceship