Dickies Black Chucks - Intellectual

[Intro: Bambu]

Yeah

Got that Old Spice paste in my hair, yeah

And in my eyebrows too

G shit, bang

Yah

Ok Phat, this is take two

[Verse 1: Bambu]

But

[Do he not know who he fuckin' with?] Do he not know who he fuckin' with?

He must like harm

Im saying my dawg 'Do he know who he fuckin' with?

[Me! (x3)]

I got the alarm

And got the night guard

As soon as he rushin

There's fishing line across the door

Soon as he triping

He slide on the floor

I take out the chrome I say man hol' up

Better you keep your ass down on the floor

I am not here to bring you any pain

I just came up with the get some backpay

In the break room, you know my face [You know my face bruh']

I know you tripping

You got a kid in school

And those bills from the college are high [Way high]

You just remain cool

And I get you a couple of stacks between you and I

Now it's the safe [pfft], easy [Easy]

I've been back here slaving my shifts'

And my boss is dumber than fuck, when he open it up

I memorised all of the clicks

Six left [Uh], nine right [Uh], five twice [Uh], clap thrice [Clap * 3]

Spin, handle to the left

Now we celebratin' for the night

In my...

[Hook]

Dickies black chucks black hoodie and a beanie (x4) [Bang Bang]

[Verse 2 : Bambu]

The homies over at Macy's [What up bruh?]

And they runnin' scams on a daily

They can see money's a movin' [Ching Ching (x2)]

But that don't reflect in none of their wages

So, the homie will ring you up for a pair of socks [Hey] and validation [Thank you!]

You walk out with half a stack worth of that

Name brand fashion

Got you name brand bangin'

Goin' cocain slangin'

While the ones who born to money lookin' down in distaste [?]

I ain't say shit I AK [Rrrah]

I put cott-on my face [Hello]

Shotgun buck shots, three a crate?

Clearance sale [Hurray]

Now I ain't suggesting you rob your job

I am suggesting you talk to your boss [Hey let me talk to you real quick]

And say, you don't treat me like I am a family man

Im taking off into your jaw

Im sayin', it's class work

It's bad grades

And we work hard

For unjust pay

And that congress man who rep' your state [Fuck that fool]

Got a twenty grand check to lock you away

So I say, do what it may

This for these kids, and DTLA [Brrrrah]

They make a million dollars off a slave

So my uniform of the day

Gon' be...

[Hook]

[Outro: Bambu]

Give me the cash open the dope in the bag, grab all the money and dash (x4)

Give me the cash open the dope in the bag, grab all the money and dash (x7)

(Give me the cash, Give me the give me the cash (x2), Give me the cash

Open the dope in the bag [Brrrap] )

Dickies black chucks black hoodie and a beanie (x4) [Girl]

Dickes black chucks black hoddie, my weeny [Brrrah] [Working Klass Klassy laughs]

[Speach] [Not Bambu]

This one goes out for my hustlers

The working class

Nine-to-fivers and go-getters

Don't let green grass grow up under your feet

Get up, get out, and squeeze them streets -

Know what I'm talking about? [Agreement]

Don't let your dream turn to nightmares

The sky's not the limit - if you ain't scared. [Huh]

Now, who ain't told you?

I know the club close at two

But you still gone hit the after hours until the sky turn blue

Just make sure you get up before the rooster cry -

Gettin' ya early bird on, y'dig? [Yup]

Prioritize

Heavy on the grind

Make sure to keep your needs and wants separated - if you plan to make it

This is for my party workers

Yeah

Party Worker