Anthom - Intellectual

[Intro]

T-Static on the track, bruh

I jumped in the game like I'm Mario

All these rappers suck, they be fallin' like dominos

Gold chains be lookin' like butter

Diamonds so sharp you can use them as a cutter

Got girls so fake I don't want 'em

I mess with them real girls, know you gotta love 'em

These lame broke rappers, they ain't nothin'

Fake gangs, and they still claim to somethin'

I cook these raps like a easy bake oven

I got the pop in my ride like a pop-shuvit

I'm like MC, boy you can't touch this

I got these fine girlies wit' these pistols on they hips

Pretty face and they got some really soft lips

But you know that we got it like this

Hey fake watch busters, you can't bust this

'Cause I got that fresh hard Rollie on my wrist

They bless me like I'm sneezin'

Whoo

Speakin' in tongues

High as hell like I popped a Roxy

Sweatin', whoo, I done popped a Molly

Awh hell, I done caught a body

On [?]

Cold nigga, I don't get rowdy

And these niggas wanna do that Haitian shit, black as hell, dreads like a nigga Rasta

Yeah, this my party

You done started, it smell like you farted

You look so young like a dumb lil' kid

Nigga like you got [?]

Yeah, CoryJ turnin' up

'Cause you niggas ain't tough enough

You heard Lud Foe, nigga, but he ain't bustin' nothin', nigga

Comin' through, my nigga, no discussion

(Uhh, Yeah)