Throw The Key - Intellectual

Aye niggas get shot everyday

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[?] this weapon for [?] just some protection

It get hectic in my section, you don’t keep it you could die for real

And Lord I pray for the day that I’ll be okay

Ima pour eight to the face and drown the feelin’s I don’t like to feel

If you ain’t gettin’ up in my shoes, then how you know they fit?

Niggas swear they know everything but don’t know they bitch

See yo queeny, yo soulmate is just a hoe to me

The Johnnys at me they catch me and they gone throw the key

So ion post poles on the net, I gotta keep it smooth

Them killa’s comin’ for yo neck, give ‘em a reason to

Free baby3 and EMac just sent y’all letters off, three years ago you said I would be rapping I would’ve never thought

I done been through it all, and I just want peace

Cause one thing it could get tragic in these streets

We catch a sucka with his piece, then we gon’ pop ‘em too

Put ‘em on the news is an example on how not to move

All I know is [?]

And I ain’t earned my name for being stupid

Ima send you up to god with any excuses

You could probably catch ‘em coolin’ where the killas at, catch ‘em loaf and kill his ass, sorry I ain’t feelin’ bad

Forever funkin’ Ima die before I make amends, you ever heard the saying life a game, well bitch I play to win

Bitches droppin’ neck when they hear you set to make it big, but they don’t give a fuck about your mental or what state it’s in

So I ain’t into fuckin’ bitches in my home town

She said she like my newer flow better then all my old sounds

Sometimes I wonder how life would be I have folks round, but the reaper done took ‘em I’ll never know now

I know this F&N 40 won’t bring my people back, but bet you it’s gone keep me from going where my peoples at

I told my granny ima change, but shit it’s hard too

Got out the streets to start preachin’ it was a smart move

[?] this weapon for [?] just some protection

It get hectic in my section, you don’t keep it you could die for real

And Lord I pray for the day that I’ll be okay

Ima pour eight to the face and drown the feelin’s I don’t like to feel

If you ain’t gettin’ up in my shoes, then how you know they fit?

Niggas swear they know everything but don’t know they bitch

See yo queeny, yo soulmate is just a hoe to me

The Johnnys at me, they catch me, and they gone throw the key

You talkin’ like you hard in them captures [?] you still a rat

I’d give anything in a second to bring my killa back

This bitch keep talkin’ told her shut it up and keep it off

It’s sad to say but in jail I be in my deepest thoughts

Heard there some niggas in the East who tryna start beef

Well they don’t hand out trophies for putting bullets in car seats

I love my niggas I’d go for them in a heartbeat

2500 cuh this hard street