Blood - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Every day I count mine

My card don’t ever decline

Cos I got a thousand kats on my line

So if I went broke, I’d consign

And get right on back to my grind

Jakes try put the boy on rewind

But I’m fresh home back, it's due time

[Verse 1]

Huh, tryna get dat back

Man relax, cah I need sacks

Man when you trap, cah I run up in tracks

Tek mans packs, you ain't getting dat back

Me buck shots we was like 18

Had couple phones doing light 18

How you think the gold on my jewels 18?

Can’t believe the judge Moulz 18

Huh, still I push dat Katie

I push-push like prams no babies

Talk about 4 in the baby

Strait drop makes the feens go

Uhh-Uhh, you goin’ crazy

Seen ‘em in the pub with Stacy ask Tracy

Say they keep the dirty dance and packs swazy

Dem manna lazy, my niggas crazy

I got mandem OT

Mandem OT wifing fat tings, whoo

Just to have a yard to keep the packs in, whoo

Man can’t tell me ‘bout trappin’

Cah in and out Pak’s like black tings

Yo, and I got white big back tings

Yo, and I got black big breasts tings

Yo, manna got slim tings, thick tings

Uhh, but I really need dem bricks in

Yeah I’m cocaine Pyrex mixin’

Dat’s every day 3dem riskin’

Cah dem feens need a fix not a fixin

Cah dem feens need a

[Verse 2]

Yo, Peter I’m standing

I’m from Camden where crackheads are mandem

And, were doing robberies dem happen darg

You’ll lose your jewellery at random come past on a GTA grab it

All before you can say grab him or stop him

I know that your stressin’, it’s the home of the juggin and finessing

The don wasn’t paying attention and he lost his grub to his bredrin

Darg dis is a true story I’m telling

Now there beefing, we really got weapons

You would think that their grub was 11

It's pushing a 7, EastEnders in Crescent

I’m talking who shot Phil shit

I’m talking red blue pill shit

Like Bobby caught Lucy, den Whitney got pilled

Nah donny got pilled for his Whitney

And dem manna jerk don for a 50

And dats £10 each do a dig me

5 man on the move, I'm the man on the move

I ain’t planning to lose

Italian on my shoes

Cos I spend grands on her food, ain’t no amateur

Had your gyal in the nude, I had to her stamina due (STAMINA)

Stamina due, manna come up of the 2 in the blue

And all my niggas are doing it too

Look at your girlfriend, she doing a crew

And she does it for us, she won’t do it for you

I can turn 1 into 2

Still tryna fuck with the crew

Must have been buning on food