Back Then - Intellectual

[Intro]

Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm (Damn Don you did this shit)

Baby was choosy but she lied to my face

How the fuck is bitches out here mine but they fake

Don’t got a choice I gotta grind till I’m great

Bitch I’m feelin’ like I’m Tony on my grind when I skate (On my grind)

These niggas phony tryna eat up off my plate

Tail tucked like roly-polies quick to hide behind the gate

Bitch I’m still that same nigga back then I was today

Same bitches did me dirty, same bitches in my face

My momma happy see her son becomin’ great

These niggas called my momma, momma seen her son become a snake

I never thought I’d see the day my brother hate to see my face

But I can’t sell out for no nigga I’m the same

These niggas tryna get me gone I gotta stay

Bitch I’m klockin I ain’t stoppin’ we don’t smoke no Mary Jane

I think about my brothers gone bitch I miss em’ every day

How you let em’ get you gone I’m on my own I gotta pray

How I let these niggas lie to my face

You ain’t my homie, niggas phony I hope you die anyway

I stay prayed up I know I can die any day

Dollas give we PnB was on his grind anyway

They tryna block me Ima shine anyway

I gotta cope the pain that’s why I gotta slide on freeways

I used to had to grind me his ways

But now I’m on my lonely gotta grind to get paid