Patient Picasso - Intellectual

[Intro]

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing left

Dropping 'em chopping 'em, ain't no real, stopping 'em

Kather keep popping, I'm full

Plotting on me like I ain't gotta clue

Smoke out my nose, think I'm Benny The Bull

Fuck on your bitch keep guessing on who

Ride thru the stress I'ma jex and be bool

Spent about 10k last year on the goop

Just living my life, don't know what to do

With all of these problems, but I don't need to solve 'em

Rather keep mix and dissolving off in New Orleans

Where killas got kids that grow up and be like they fathers, I mean regardless

Just tell me what's left and I'll be there first to applaud it

Pull up and park it, like all of these keys

But push button, get it started, I mean regardless

I need that wraith like spitta, I need that weight like Richard, I'm tryna cop a villa

I'm tryna be the villain, I'm tryna see the millions, lately don't need these feelings

As long as there's something left, as long as the feelings felt keep making me feel myself

I need at least two myself, been thinking like fuck my health

Don't need anybody help, a waste of life

Left, left, left, left