Lockdown - Intellectual

[Intro: D3BBX1E]

Mike Bulgakov Beats

Ridin’ round in this town

Praying with a good amount

Entering the new route

Walk in, it’s a lockdown

Kicking down the door with a gadget

Sorry if I decline, addicted to the magic

Write a lot of bangers, make this shit sound tragic

Spoke a lot of vanity, I’m a fucking fascist

Kick another casket

Stick with my goons that been here mad longer

Acting like all that, I’ma read you like a manga

I see a lotta demons, let’s get ready to conquer

Watching every beat that is new like a stalker

Kill your possessions with the sessions

Fuck your daggone message if it’s damaged

Quenching my damn relish for seconds

All those fucking questions had me questioned

Perish, got you in a gravestone

Put you on some milk, got you missing, where yo' face go?

We 'bout to crash out in another day, ho

Fuck your 아파트 up, now you gonna lay low, yuh

Ridin’ round in this town

Praying with a good amount

Entering the new route

Walk in, it’s a lockdown

Ridin’ round in this town

Praying with a good amount

Entering the new route

Walk in, it’s a lockdown

Gon' shoot up at your room, gon' shoot up at your door

Gon' shoot up at your roof, you drop down to the floor

Gon' shoot up at your room, gon' shoot up at your door

Gon' shoot up at your roof, you drop down to the floor

Gon' shoot up at your room, gon' shoot up at your door

Gon' shoot up at your roof, you drop down to the floor

Gon' shoot up at your room, gon' shoot up at your door

Gon' shoot up at your roof, you drop down to the floor