Authentic - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Who the fuck is this

It's that OYB veteran

Rinne in one eye I look like 94 Method Man

Wu is not my clan

On yo bitch my brand

I'm a Mactown menace with my bro AyeCham

Yo hobby on sloppy I only drop the hottest media

Probably not gone stop I need a page on Wikipedia

Invest in my music I never waste it on materials

Account on low digits I need my numbers lookin' serial

Tell me I'm not gonna make it

Take the same haters and turn 'em to critics

Make 'em a choir of crickets

If my lyrics ain't riches production'll get it

Ride round my city don't like how we livin'

Fl my tool that's gone make me some shillings

Boy what I brought in the pack smell like chitlins

Do this for Lesley and Lauryn and Nicolas

Creative with my green so I reed up

Seen a nigga tweakin' stepped in arena

Went and got me a foreign with c cups

Bad category 5 like Katrina

[Hook]

I said it won't be long now put my date on the clock

My style got different styles it's stir fry in wok

My region get a bad rep but we just living the art

I'm steady stickin' out the crowd who gone give abstract a start

I rap my lifestyle

And that consist of some anime

I'm a dark child

I plan to kill this game every day

Where them dark clouds

Prefer them over sun anyway

If I spit it

It's authentic

[Verse 2]

Comma comma comma I need four though

Mr Kite$ pull up to yo venue cloaked in slow mo

Gettin' in and out but yo hoe she get a photo

Put it up on IG and I flex it for some promo

And if it's rolled up it's catered

Comfy ass nigga he quick to slide up in the Taylors

When will they run me a check but i'm not wavin' for waiters

Left foot is holdin' his neck right turn his head to a crater

Ball with my monsters on side feel like a Pokémon trainer

Got that full court pressure for ya main and ya side piece

PG consumer acronym mean profound green

Abstract lane all my niggas they cosign me

Told me she don't rap but her flow like a river

Kite$ is cold as a shiver I told these niggas watch my time please

Spit in a mic and I turn a stu into a crime scene

Pennys and nickels they can't outshine how bright my dime gleam

Soft serve a nigga then scoop his baddie like some ice cream

Make her melt and then I clean it up like Aisle 3