breadophile - Intellectual

[intro: bleood]

B-r-o-k—, B-r— what, huh?

B-r-o-k—, B— what, what nigga

B-r-o—, B-r-, what nigga

B-r-o—

B-r-o-k-e, I can never be

You keep talking down on 1c, but you know we what you wanna be

All these niggas wannabes like, aw, you think that's taunting me?

We gon' leave your bodily fluids all on yo' white tee

Like, ew bro nigga, why you talkin' to me (34, 34)

You a breadophile, nigga, you ain't makin' those sheets

I'm sick as fuck, woke up, smoke green

He lyin' on me 'cause I'm that making green (He-he, Martian City)

I'm not gay but promise that shit will get up, like instantly

You a b-r-o-k-e nigga, so I don't really care what the fuck you think

I smoked so much damn gas up in this V, you know it stink

If I'm hittin' that damn cart nigga you already know I'm gon' hit it 'til it blink

Lil' bitch, if you b-r-o-k-e, get up out my face

If he o-w-e mе, then he getting flamеd

Go light up that joint nigga, gettin' blazed

Fuck onna bitch then I go, go, shiny blade-shiny blade

I'm a breadophile, count that cash up

Sending bullets, Super Sonic, like the Hedgehog

If you try us once, then you messed up

Walk up in the trap, make it jump, got em splashin'

Made it with my crew, I don't need your help

Put the heater to his face, make his body melt

I'm swimmin' in my bankroll, Michael Phelps

Why you b-r-o-k-e, I can't tell

He a breadophile

He a—