Deceased - Intellectual

[Verse 1: CP97]

These hits of cannabis filling my system

Saying: "Don't do drugs" but do I never listen? The bitching is pointless

Mug on [?], I'm taking your soul

Swallow it whole, don't need a bow

Fuck you been told, still on my feet

Even if mentally I am deceased

Pain, I unleash while the demons, they creep

You cannot see them but I grit my teeth, 'cause I know that they're out there, smoking without care

Do to me wrong, won't be round for long

Got to stay strong, release my emotion when I hit the bong

Shit, I'm drifting, my mind is shifting, I'm losing my grip

I'm choosing to swish, blood on your lip

Finish the moat and I'm still equipped with the schizo at first cause about the material

Red eyes and dreaded, I look like I'm serial

Look through the burial, bust out my twelfth and hash for the talk that bitches stopped blocking on purpose

Don't need a gun 'cause I kill with my verses

Trying the curses and house boy, you're worthless

Uzi, I purchased to make a lil' extra

Need a few more so it takes to

Talking 'bout grace

Broke through her place

Chick in a serious, bitch got the trace

Bit her leg off just in case I'm unlucky

I'm the OG, don't fuck with the buckies

Guns in, roll out the duckies

Glock straight [?] in a hurry 'cause I go to go meet her 'cause I send him the wrong [?], buzzy

Bring round the hatred, my own boys be sacred, ain't about the fake shit

Pussy ass bitch, don't take no shit from a fake motherfucker, no cash, no clips

Bust 'em in the face one time with the Oakwood bat, bitch ain't coming back from this

Hide a body in the bottom of the canal, just can't keep on looking, nowhere to be found

Making it look like a suicide, believe me, I rehearsed it a thousand times

Sitting at the foot of my bed, I'm wondering why the fuck God never listened to me

I cranked the shit that I've gotten in that dig and it covers to me and me only

Still I never crack no grin, I'm never gonna be your friend till I'm up in the sky

High and I'm rotting and far from a civilization until the day I die

Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about

Fake motherfucker take your handouts

Don't got no shit to say? You see me face to face

The devil laughing at you as you say: "Grace"

Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about

Fake motherfucker take your handouts

Don't got no shit to say? You see me face to face

The devil laughing at you as you say: "Grace"