Grade-A - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Yeah, So x4)

(Bud, Grade-A, Bitch, Grade-A, Gun, Grade-A)

(Bitch, Grade-A, Drugs, Grade-A)

*Woman Screams* (Shut the fuck up bitch, if you wanna live)

(Ayy, Grade-A, Grade-A, Grade-A)

(Fuck the cops)

Yeah, So

(Bitch, Grade-A, Drugs, Grade-A, Guns, Grade-A)

As if you ain't fuckin' know

(See me, say mayday)

Yeah, So

Ayy

Yeah, So

[Hook]

Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the DEA

Sippin' jugg, DE for a rainy day

If my teacher saw me now what would she say

Same thing that the fiends say, Grade-A

Grade-A (x17)

Fuck the cops, fuck the Judge, fuck the DEA

Yeah, So (x8)

[Verse]

Bendin' corners, burnin' bridges, breakin' bitches

All while tryna duck a sentence too

Young and troubled, I'm the pinnacle

Getting who, tre eight on the physical

Snub turn your brain to noodle soup

Came to show these niggas who is who

Packs that I flew and sold in school, Grade-A

Mayday, don't fuck with no naysay, I ain't seen shit

Walter P with the beam kit

Need some cut to mix the lean with

Turn your wife into a scene bitch, all facts

Got some niggas servin' life times cause most of y'all niggas all rats

Observe from the top, blowin' pot, sippin' drop

And I swear I ain't lonely now that my demons my homies

I swear if they could they would clone me

Completin' the mission, my flow is forbidden

I swear you too big for your britches, I'm fuckin' they bitches

I'm from the era where you bang and you givin' out stitches You faggots wouldn't known, I'm gettin' to the dough

Anyway I can, Moore's fatha kitchen, then we baggin' dope

Out a fuckin' brick, doing hand-to-hands

You would think we playin' ring around the rose

London town, a couple thousand pound a show

Bitch, don't you say that I ain't international

Ever been to places when you go to other places

Their customs will hassle you, trappin' for capital

All off of rappin', know that I'm snappin'

Young and I'm active

You try to interfere, my instinct is clappin'

I'm true to my faction

We move out the tightest of regiments

Surrounding myself with some predicates

Destination, where the cheddar is

Slidin' down, off the sedatives

Ridin' 'round, off the medicine

Weapons is guns and intelligence

Say that the Devil sent, I'm sure I ain't Heaven sent

But then again, yeah I'm hella bent

Yeah, I'm hella bent

But then again, yeah I'm hella bent

They say that we Devil sent

I'm just sure I ain't Heaven sent

Then again, yeah I'm hella bent

Hella bent, then again, yeah I'm hella bent

[Hook]

Fuck the cops, fuck the Judge, fuck the DEA

Sippin' jugg, DE for a rainy day

If my teacher saw me now what would she say

Same thing that the fiends say, Grade A

Grade-A (x17)

Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the DEA

Yeah, So (x8)

[Outro: Da$H & Stevie]

No stress, more checks, more sex. What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

What you smokin' on? You smokin' on some fire?

Might be some Ammi, might be some mafuckin' Cheese, it just might be some Hogs Breath. I just know I smokin' better than y'all niggas is smokin' at home

Aww yeah (True)

And they gave me a school bus

Right, not a green room, but a green bus

Nigga, I'mma professor nigga

That's life

I'm professor nigga

That's progress

I'm professin' nigga

My profession is; livin' like a wild mafucka and makin' y'all niggas hate y'all shit or just wanna do it like me. Cause don't front you wanna do it like me

PREACH

Real talk. RIP Yams, Free Mugga nigga, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' else. My niggas or nothin'

It's all love