Loose Leaf - Intellectual

[Hook: Vic Rippa]

Pistol to the sky, pull the trigger shit

I'm aimin' for the stars, baby

Ain't fabricate shit, keep it real

We don't deal with the frauds baby

If I got it, then we all in

Bitch I'm solider than concrete

Do my dirt and never lose sleep

I'm 'bout that paper like loose leaf

'Bout that paper like loose leaf

Flow nasty, look at this cold bastard

Shit drastic, painting pictures that's graphic

Like a baby playing in traffic, dinosaurs Jurassic

Her top hot, I'm prolly gon' blow her [?]

Murder the pussy, no eulogy, close casket

If I said it, it's written, it's closed caption

It's automatic I'm [?] no practice

What we talkin' bout, facts or it's fiction?

Multiply, subtract or addition?

Fuck it, better cool the new addition

Before you find yourself swimmin' with the fishes

If I said it then I meant it, new year, new dream

Time to boss up, no handshakes

Safe to say I pretty lost touch

You plain' chicken with a mac, chuck, I won't budge

Bitch I been had the glow, hoe I'm showin' off

Welcome to the dark side, bitches poppin' beans now

Smokin' with the windows up, never let the window down

Shit, I got the Midas touch, Rollie on my wrist now

I can fuck yo' bitch, see I'm so lit