Something Different - Intellectual

[Intro: Junk]

Word up

It's a luxury

Stealth Bomb

I hate rap, that mean I hate rappers

How you say you cut different and then come from the same fabric?

I think they lost, they late, irony is they stayed cappin'

Lame captions, fake gangstas, Gucci this, Gucci that

Same fashion, same Jesus piece, same chain hangin'

Plain braggin' on a plane, braggin' 'bout they cake stackin'

Or how they got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight mansions

The game's insane now, someone give it a straitjacket

Uh, why you claimin' you got gain?

'Cause you got a little papеr, a bracelet, a watch chain?

Bitch, that ain't gonna make it, it's basic, that's bought famе

And you ain't gotta hate me 'cause I say that you not main

But I pray you do, I prey on you, I came for the top, bang

I'm gonna cater to my gang and coolin' out, but your wine great?

I'm from the age where you were capable of makin' them hot tapes

Without the dick ridin' or doin' features for cash

Shit, I know I been fire, the kid is deep in your ass

If you think I'm bein' quiet I been leadin' the class

From throwin' the city cyphers to gettin' streams and then splashed

You? Been cappin', me? Been trappin'

You? It didn't happen, me? I'm still spazzin'

Win rings, Phil Jackson, ding ding, kick savage

I'm a hundred snap mode, I don't trust a damn soul

From another plateau while you others plateau

I'm above 'em, that's cold, you can come and ask though

Your style don't hold no weight like your punchin' bag broke

It's that duffel bag hustle, man, cuff and pack snow

Plus, shit, they cut the nose off of the sphinx

Nothin' is real no more, they got Botox on they lips

Glorify sellin' crack, but no coke rocks that you whipped (Bitch)

On the stovetops by the sink for that gold watch on your wrist (Facts)

Yo, God, everything's full potty you spit

Get the fuck out of here