Ieena - Intellectual

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Bullets ain't gone no aim

These bitches don't feel no shame

They'll fuck a nigga and his whole gang

They'll suck a nigga and his whole gang

All my niggas sell cocaine (IEENA)

All my niggas sell propane

My lil bro just got a dime

When he come home he gone get a Benz

I remember as a youngster, Junkies pissing by the dumpsters

They get the fighting at the dice game, later on them niggas dumping

Me and dirty dre took a tre down to 28th

Three grams of the re-rock we thought that was weight

I was 13 with a Glock nine in my 34's

Now a nigga wear 32's running thru it like a pair shoes

All my niggas done made the news

All my niggas love to play with tools

Like your performing we'll clap at you

I really came up on em avenues, with niggas doing what they had to do

Getting rid of niggas attitudes, getting rid of niggas period

Give a niggas head a period, We done had bad experiences

My grandma can't sleep at night, my girl saying i don't treat her right

I told her thats why I don't need a wife

All I needed was a plug, Now I got three

Talking bout you got my back bitch you ain't got me

When you see a nigga out bitch you bet not speak

Cause I done had it up to my face

And I ain't tryna fuck with fakes

Pull up on a nigga with the aye

Get it all gone in a day

I done made some mistakes, got a raise from the weight

A lot of niggas can't stand the heat, i open the oven and bake me a cake

Every time a nigga roll dice, I get it gone just like a poltergeist

Pockets looking like a pulled a heist

Tryna ball you pulled a hamstring, boy you ain't sold a damn thing

Sold more o'z then Michelin, I fuck with niggas from Michigan

I fuck with niggas that ugh kill ya, run up on me ima spill ya