BOBBY - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]

My decisions—I ain't sure if they the right ones

My daddy used to beat my mommy, I would fight him

But I been thinkin' that I'm kinda just like him

I take a sip, and then I go and grab a knife, and

I take a drive while I'm high, suspend my license

I'm hanging out the window speedin' on the I-10

I'm headed west out to Hollywood with my friends

I'm moving out, and I don't care if you like it

'Cause I've been sleeping on the roaches, I don't like this

I'm going platinum, then I go and buy a island

I'm in that water 'til the creases in my eyelids

I'm out in Austin, I got work on consignment

I met some niggas that was runnin' in apartments

Take the money, take the weed into the darkness

I turned heartless, the barrel barkin'

I break commandments Moses put on stone carvings

Made a business with a homie, now he trippin' 'bout some money

Partially; mainly trippin' 'bout percentages he wanted

Made the trip to California, made the album of a lifetime

Fuck this boyband shit, I just want a lifeline

I just want my mom back, my sister in a Cadillac

The black; she had the rims to match

Twitter fuckin' pillow mat

I am not an activist just because I like dick

Nigga, my existence is enough to end all this shit

I be studyin'

Lot of music coming out that I ain't fuckin' with

Shit that we makin' sound like Southside Dungeon shit

We the new Motown

Thugs with no guns 'round, friendship is gangsta

All my life, I been runnin' with the wrong ones

One slip-up and I end up in the coffin

No one love me, no one love me, I'm the off one

All my life, I been runnin' with the wrong ones

One slip-up, and I end up in the coffin

No one love me, no one love me, I'm the off one

Holdin' on my motherfuckin' pride