Classic - Intellectual

[Intro]

Prayers for my people? Better go and really help 'em all firsthand

Even tho they didn't fucking help us when we hadn't shit

I remember we had to keep the lights off to digest

Y'all keep strivin' to piss us off like cystitis

Yeah, yeah

Cystitis

Yeah, yeah

Life ain't work like a fucking kirk, dime pieces cannot light anything

Ride our road findin' hurdles up, won't climb 'em over, knock 'em down like gates

'Member days with nothing, when love made somebody serve food and fast

Fell and stayed in the same position, my people must have had some cramps

Yeah

Never had a rack to fucking spend but ridin' up like that really does

Hoes and bros often be deceivin' ya

Shit, dammit, they just suck your blood

Eyes wide, 4AM, anxiety strikin'

Just might pop a pill if there ain't ways outta this fuck' shit

Fuck' shit

Respect, you can't really even ever really cop this

Shootin' rhymes, chopstick

Hey, guts

Gotta be brave, they won't shut down

Hold on like a wheel that bucks

They tryna divert your road, sounds

Like you'll send 'em back the dust

The more you fly, the more you drop down

And wings ain't need to be waxed

Snakes always be tryna bite ya

'Cause they know that's not your cup

Woah-oh

Hunger been rowdy but we can't be rebel

Oh, oh-oh

You know you just gotta follow what's better

Yeah

It gon' abound in lactose

It cannot hopefully be light cheddar

No, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

It cannot hopefully be light cheddar