System - Intellectual

[Hook: Erick Arc Elliott]

Money will control us, tryna show you what it, does when I create a million dreams

When I'm in my head asleep

I move slow as the cops do, only been necessary

Not pretending I'm not cool, I know I am a villain, you jealous

Here with them semis, now I'm guarding my head pretending my vision is blurry

I'm faded

Raise up, they tryna' chase us, no cats and dogs

My razor claw, shred apart, canine niggas that bark

This my ninth life, dabbing pot type

Human torch mics, chopper sound bite

That's yo' mind, get your head right

Gold ink in my pen, green blood testaments, making sex

Generation X, we up next, no Khaled we the best

Future looking strong like we gon' recruit Lebron

And the other four players, Jordon, Magic, Bird and John

Stockton, my shooters locked in, gunning for top wins

And when the plot, mental sword in my way quick

Slicin' down my path, solar slash when the lords spit

Issa Khan shit, mighty ape guard my fortress

Issa dreading up, they be dreading us, twisting up

Where we put our trust, they can't lock me up, sorry bruh

Gifted Mafia, super cynical delightful drugs

Enter in my store, lucid dream shout out our rifle slugs

Try to keep eyes in focus, them demons riding for torture

Fuck what they taught you, soldier

Relearn your knowledge, we change and alter the stream of water

The game, don't be another machine

So slave em', I'm raising shackles, I free my mind through the strains

Only you could define your name, live in truth and ignite the flame

Choose the booth now you find your lane, hit the hookah and I feel no pain