VISA - Intellectual

[Intro]

(We need to cook)

(Perfect)

Yeah, I talk my shit, now they calling me a leader

In that private jet, yeah, I fly with no visa

And I'm tryna get high, so I'm calling my dealer

Had to put on my team, had to put all my G's up

You ain't seen the whole thing, ain't nothin' but a teaser

Getting way too hot, 'bout to buy a new freezer

Was a hundred for a feat, 'bout to put all my fees up

No, no, wins or losses, I don't care about neither

Got the whole fuckin' underground whistling, three blind mice

Had four, five racks in my jeans, now it's eight or nine (Ha, ha)

Boy, I told you once, I'ma tell you twice (Ha, ha)

Yeah, your money long, but it ain't my height (Uh)

Melly just hit my line, got murder on my mind

Told labels, "I don't wanna talk, if it ain't six figures, I ain't gonna sign"

What you think this is? What you think, I'm lying?

Yeah, they wanted me to sell my soul, but I love my life

I had a vision and made that shit happen, nah, they cannot silence us

Give me a beat and I'm making a hit, boy, I got the Midas touch

All 'bout my business, I made me a company, turned it to mafia

I got the scene in the palm of my hands, yeah, nobody higher than us