S.H.E. - Intellectual

(DJ Fresh DJ Fresh DJ Fresh)

[Intro]

This is what I do to get you in my room

Painkillers can't heal how I really feel aside

PTSD shit's the first time I opened my eyes

Black man white clan who gon' die first

Last night I had a dream that I was laying in the hurst

Eyes open all confused they can't hear me scream

Woke up sweatin' i gotta stop sleepin' in my jeans

The money callin' my whole knee heard three or four thangs

Miss kim callin' trying to see what's up with Maxime

Ain't see my baby in about 330 days

And dex momma got bipolar she gon off blaze

Stackin up this paper in case for rainy days

In case these money hungry baby mommas wanna raise

Ain't no pausing ain't no jogging in this filthy race

Gotta saty humble and stop fighting before they take my plate

I wish my father figure didn't sell as merely pair

My barber turned into a cop that's why I grew my hair

(This is what I do)

(To get you in my room)

(This is what I do)

(To get you in my room)

No matter what they try to throw at me im standing tall

The dream team could be in front of me im still gon ball

My grandad watched the black panthers rise into a four

Im watching people's breakfast uplifting through it all

Using battles for door steppers im not hesitatin'

Using crosses for old pictured even decorations

I dropped the goal line and people think I worship satan

They think I auctionned off my soul

And danced in fire naked

Gasoline Tank tops and propain socks in my cleets

Thinking about how im gon die is makin me tweek

Will I survive until the morning to see the sun

Might as well forgive me for my sins cause here I come