ARCANE - Intellectual

[Intro: Lil Noid]

Ridin' in my car and my pockets feelin' assed out

Ran up on this sucker, caught him slippin', though I know the lemon

Slippin' and without a doubt

Ground, made a loud sound

Capped 'em in the chest

Laid to rest over a pile of mess

Bad Smith

My blood is pumpin' hard, I'm kinda greedy for that cheese, mayne

Reachin' in his pocket, thinkin' big on some pocket change

Turnt 'em on his stomach, he start to vomitin' up his blood and guts

First degree in robbery, so then I headed back to the cut

Gat is in my hand and see, I'm smokin' on some B-U-D

Chicken make me tired, so then I grab a pack and snort that P

One and one is up my nose, it's feelin' like my brain on crack

Ridin' on a Bajaj 30-30, like the Skinny Mack

Scopin' out this telescope this nigga, and then I saw a bone

Cock the MAC-10 back, it's time to get 'em, yeah, this shit is on

Creepin' right behind him, held 'em hostage, then I take his bank

Even though I know the lemon, mayne, Lil Noid is with that game

N is for Lil Noid, makin' stangs for that bloody dough

O is puttin' 'em on the floor, but mane, y'all just don't hear me, though

I is in yo' shit and then the D is for your fuckin' death

Ridin' on a Baja 30-30, then I headed back to the cut

Scopin' out this telescope this nigga, and then I saw a bone

Cock the MAC-10 back, it's time to get 'em, yeah, this shit is on

Back up on my hustle when a robbery is in pursuit

My father taught me how to play the game, and so it's in my root

Taught me how to backstab, steal, and make money too

So I set my father for a robbery to take his loot

Mane, it makes no difference when it comes down to that greeny-green

Make a heavy nigga sick, I get my ass in, then I'm ridin' clean

Thinkin' when I get some M-O-N-E-Y to buy some dope

So I change my method and my style, to rob some white folk

Sneaky and mischievous, I'm devious don't give a fuck

Caught some white folk slippin' in they front yard, so I stuck 'em up

Took 'em to they house, they hit the carpet face down on the floor

Bitch, you livin' rich, I'm livin' poor, so where that money, ho?

Made 'em spread they legs and spread they arms, they lookin' weird as hell

Once I got the cheese, I hit the door and yeah, it's time to bail