Arcade - Intellectual

[Intro]

Before I leave the house I take the wrinkles out my shirt

Beat it till it hurt

You can't see me on this earth

Bitch I’m fresh to death might drop nine thousand on my hearse

You not finding justice where I come and it hurts

[Verse]

You get a sensation when them licks turn to work

Dick in the dirt, bitch I’m alert

Butch be getting blessings after thinking he was cursed

Walk around these blocks I pray to God I don’t get murked

Every corner I be on I swear it gotta church

I blow gas just like I burped

That's a mattress full of purp

I throw money at the clerk

Fuck a check I go berserk

Got Menyelek on my shirt

Now she lifting up her skirt (Lets Go!)

Keep yo hand I'm ready!

I take a breath on that trigger I'm steady

Flesh on your fleece no no this ain't spaghetti

My knees are weak‚ my arms are heavy

Taking a break‚ now I am deadly

If you know me I don’t rock no Giuseppe's

They in the closet your swag is R. Kelly

These niggas jelly‚ I'm watching the Jellies

And there is nothing you niggas can tell me

It ain't a drug that you niggas can sell me

You try'na base your whole off of Belly?

I'm try'na get a new bag like next week

Still eat the noodles I live at the deli

Girl right beside me a Liza Minnelli

This rap shit my hobby You niggas ain't ready

You know where find me in case you want test me

(Is somebody saying something?)

[Chorus]

Play no games no arcade

All about the rackades

I'ma blow her back out

Give that bitch a back ache

All about them rackades

Let it rip like Beyblade

In that Pelle Pelle

Might call up young Jefe