Misfits - Intellectual

[Verse 1 : Pricetag]

I'm ridin' down Baseline, dumper on my waste line

Baby mama textin' me, tellin' me I should make time

It's niggas in my city who envy me cause they can't shine

Hate their own life so they're out here plottin' to take mine

But I ain't slippin', you kill me just know you dyin' with me

I trust in God but still got this fifteen-shot nine with me

These niggas way too efi for me to relax

Knowing they plan to just take me like right 'round my back

The finess I possess is what niggas can't match

Real life, my life so real, its surreal to you

Auntie stress, she can't rest without poppin' a pill or two

Pray before I go to sleep, tie the doo-rag

Grew up on the Westside, now I'm pushin' that blue flag

Niggas your whole team on talk, you're all thugwoofers

My team all turnt up like car subwoofers

And honestly, I'm speakin' what was felt

And playin' at this life with the cards that was dealt

That's why I'm a misfit

[Hook: Price]

Now as these street lights flicker

Notice that you're dealing with real niggas

With none to lose and much to gain

All these streets is all the same

All these guns and all these gangs

But all you see is all the pain

But we gon' get this paper, nah, we gon' get this paper

Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper

And ain't no way you can fix this, so switch this

The chances are right now I can't miss this

My whole life been tied up in mischief

So right now you're dealing with Misfits

For real

[Verse 2 : Oktane]

Young Lord

I stay up in the palace, HS87 niggas is fresher than your stylist

Me and my niggas be wildin' like no harm is coming

I'm too lazy for revenge, just know that karma is coming

In with the bullets out with your heart and off with your head

Stop gettin' attitude and get money instead

Speaking of money, when haters see you get it

That's when it hurts

And if it's the root of all evil, why they ask for it in church?

I see humans but no humanity, it's insanity

Let me guess, you're mad at me?

You got them J's, no car, huh?

And if you do got one, no gas, it won't start, huh?

Your ex is a groupie just cause she want to be with the star, huh?

And let me guess, I'm broke and I ain't got no bars, huh?

I'm over it, nigga 16's is all that you gettin'

Half or this rap wasn't even written

A young lion in a booth full of kittens

This boss rap brodies woudn't get it

I'm finished