MPR - Intellectual

[Intro]

Von Classic

OK, Jones

Your dreams my reality, that bag like a [?]

Running to the touchdown, these broke niggas tryna tackle me

Did a lot of dirt, I feel karma coming after me

The streets on lock, and I'm the one with the master key

Pops a real nigga, real nigga I had to be

When I was fucked up, these niggas used to laugh at me

Now I see them out, they face twisted like they mad at me

Hate I'm on top, in they head, wishing they was me

Fuck good and cook when I'm out, baby, pray for me

Don't play with me, I got somе killers that'll spray for me

I ain't wanna go in savage modе, but they making me

Kill these fuck niggas with success, it's what they hate to see

Money, power, respect

What these bitch niggas know about that?

Money, power, respect

What these fuckboys know about that?

Money, power, respect

What these lame niggas know about that?

Money, power, respect

I'm good in any hood, I heard you can't go to your's

You disappear, we get it handled when it's on the floor

I'm never satisfied, 'cause I always wanted more

And for an extra fee, I'll bring it to your door

I ain't did one show, but I'm on a tour

And everytime I'm in the city, that's another score

Talking 'bout the dope game, that's another sport

And I can get it to you quick, 'cause I know the source