Solid Gold Necklace - Intellectual

(D.FRENCH)

Lou Mackey on the beat baby

D.FRENCH on the scene baby

Check, uh, ay, I said I'm

Tip toeing in my Gucci flip flops

Kicked rocks back when I was cooking Betty in the pots

Pocket heavy when I walked up the block to B Ross

Steady aiming with the cross 'til i learned to call the shots

Now baby

You know what they say the Saint crazy

These drugs lately got all these people moving like they Swayze

I use the rhythm to beat the game's middlemen

Big dividends, it’s a riddlе that they been living in

All my disciples got rifles talking rеligious men

Rehearse recitals survival I’m tryna give again

Stay working this

The whole gang murderous

The cocaine service is serving its whole purpose quick

Code word is brick

Tell the bro earn a fix

Burn a stick, rolling up that medical to learn a bit

Rock solid I been moving weight look at this

Steady war ready, born heavy, more heady shit

And you know that I shine all the time I’m alive like ya solid gold necklace (necklace)

And up inside my mind is a crime scene ain’t nobody really want check this (check this)

So we get high to pass time stay fly cuz I really respect it (respect it)

Now we outside you know what time it is

The Saint bout to get reckless (reckless)

(Yung Breeze)

Yeah, uh

I'm big stompin' in my all black Timberlands

Took too many L's up in this bitch, bout time I win again (yeah)

Coming from where we do the numbers with the heroin

My town full of drug dealers, dope heads, and hellions (facts)

Around my state I play the best part (best part)

Niggas be talkin so damn much they throat be having stretch marks (ha)

Well let's play ball, Street Religion, the rest y'all fraud

Fuck it pull a nigga, shred y'all card (shred y'all shit)

I don't think y'all really get it

Y'all ain't got it understood

I got a squad full of goats, I'm just really fuckin' good (yea)

When I get up on that beat, y'all get that HOV vibe

Trailer park boarded up, whipping on that stove vibe (whippin)

Knock 'em out the park, bitch I got that Sammy Sosa (that Sammy Sosa)

I like vintage Breeze, I'm bout to go back to the old I (yea)

And if you ain't know me then, ¡Cállate la boca!

Niggas null and void, sold out like some coca