FREESTYLE - Intellectual

[Intro]

(A little Coulture won't kill you)

(Besides, you might like it)

(Lucid)

(Yo Luca, where you at?)

[Chorus]

Huh, I heard the haters say I don't make hits

Well fuck it, I'm hittin' 'em now I got my back on the wall with my hand in my pockets

I'm whipping it out Bentley Mulsannes, and Bentley Bentavgas

Lil baby, I'm whipping 'em round

Yeah they gon' say that my music is trash

But they the ones stealing my sound

And they wasn't feeling me back in the day

But I bet they be feeling me now

You think that I'm funny, you think it's a joke

Lil bitch I'm the king of the clowns

Who's your manager, who's your label

I told them I did it myself

When they was asleep, I studied the scene

And one day I figured it out

[Verse]

How could I tell that she fallen in love

I thought we were fucking for fun

I thought that my engineer was a nerd

'Til I seen him toting a gun

Cartier brace, I'm lookin outstanding

My diamonds they hit wit the sun

I'm tryna get high, so I put the LSD on the tip of my tongue

Fucking on fans, I couldn't believe it

Cross on my chain, she grabbing on Jesus

Look in my eyes, she sucking my (Uh)

I couldn't believe it no, I couldn't believe it

Pick up the game, I broke it to pieces

Don't care 'bout the fame, I already seen it

Wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it

In reality, you're wack if you ain't selling out your shows

Beastiality, my lady really fucking on a G.O.A.T

Too much Hennessy, my body told me stop but no I won't

Different category, these other rappers shit, I ain't involved

Pour the Tosie in my cup, let's get higher than ever before

I got Pounds, Yen, Euros & Beniamins on the floor