Right Back - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Baby, I don't even think you know the whole of me, funerals and rosaries

Sweatin' out my dreams 'cause I see faces when I go to sleep

I ain't fiendin', shit ain't in until they notice me

Niggas hatin', they ain't makin' nothin' close to me

You ever had your life flash? Probably didn't like that

You trippin', come and get it, I'm from Hemet, ain't no white flags

Rick Owens hoodie, got your rent up on my price tag

The homie went to jail and got released and then went right back

I love my eatеr out the valley, she thе best

It ain't the same when I got homies in the cage, it's free the West

Suckers boogie down on demon, but they claimin' he'd step

Hit they section and they— when he seen 'em, he's a wreck

You ain't authentic and they sense it, nigga, we next

Money mackin', I can't beef it with no rejects

But it's alright, keep them fairy tales in the studio (Ayy, s1inster)

I still be kinda thinkin' 'bout Mary bale out in Ruby, though

And bitch, we holdin' 'em, ain't postin' 'em, we got those

My life is like a saga, it ain't modern, ain't no Rocko

Why you rappin' like you 'bout it if you pussy?

Bet that shotty put a crater in his noggin like a pothole

I hear a noise, I be paranoid out of instinct

If he ain't with the movement, he probably plotting against me

Shot the girlies, you can wrap it up, you ain't crackin'

On mackin' we done passed him, it's double M of the century

I'ma break the bitch out of everything with a credit

Niggas, is it really no demons so they can debt it?

I don't really know where I'm supposed to go, where I'm headed

How the fuck is niggas trash and okay with it? I don't get it

(I'ma break the bitch out of everything with a credit