Down Talk - Intellectual

[Intro: D-Lo]

D-Lo, D-Lo, ayy

[Verse 1: D-Lo]

Woo, I swear my niggas be killin' shit on them freeways

My nigga TB locked up, he need a three-way

My brother Moon just speared a nigga in my driveway

When it’s hella eyes and cameras, no we don't slide

Got my cleats on in the field, nigga, it's real, nigga

Don’t be in the wrong place, the wrong time, you could get killed, nigga

Got a stick on the forty, man I knocked a bitch for my brodie

Man, I gotta slide to the neck, can't fight no case with no co-D

Man I got bitches, I'm pimpin' these hoes

I'm scared of the cops, I be carryin' fours

I'm servin' these niggas, I’m breakin’ these hoes

These niggas ain't pimpin’, they breakin' the code, ayy

Chasin' that money, I ain't been asleep

Don’t make me call my brother Sleep

I swear somebody gon' RIP

[Pre-Chorus: D-Lo]

Swear to God we poppin', nigga

My Rudeboys be poppin' niggas

(One word, them niggas be dead, and I wouldn't lie to niggas)

If you ain't never caught you no body, I can't slide with niggas

You ain't never kicked you a high-speed on five-oh, I can't ride with niggas

[Chorus: Nemz]

People change up constant like seasons

I don't know why they down talk my success for no reason

Endless nights with no sleepin'

I been reachin' different regions

Thinkin' 'bout the different ways to get a million

And I been so resilient, I been playin' villain

Give a fuck what you say, no way, I can't change

No, I can't change

We wasn't built the same, we wasn't built the same

[Verse 2: D-Lo]

I don't know why they down talk on the Rudeboy like I ain't crazy, baby

I'm an 80's baby, got a baby Draco

From the Shady 80's, I sold crack crack to a crazy lady

I was tired of rappin' about hoes, now I'm on this real shit

Got a lil' brother named Scando with a baby face and he kill shit

Tryna shoot a scene to this movie, I don't think I need a director

No cameras, just fifty shots in this hammer, tryna blam 'em

Got a MAC on me, three hoes with a bag on me like Santa

When I was sippin', we was killin' shit and then celebrate it with a Fanta

Man, this nigga, he ran through like ten stop signs

On my mama, you would think this chopper

From the West, to where I hit your little brother

I'm tryna bag up me a meal ticket

Bitch suck dick like I'm Bill Clinton

Told a bitch that I don't pimp no more

I was lyin', bitch, I'm still pimpin'