Cheerios - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Ah, damn, ah, damn, ah, damn, ah, damn

You know Gucci let it blam, then he pass it to his man

Got a battin' glove on, he don't hold it in his hand

Then he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land

Or he throw it in the water, make 'em dig it out the sand, ayy

Scratched off the serial, we call that shit a Cheerio

And then they takin' clothes off and bleachin' that material

I'm gone

Ayy, they be wishin' death on me like 50 Cent

Many Men, many, many, many men

Trust me there's a ton of thеm

I should probably be in there with Thug and 'еm or be in there with Gunn' and 'em

If they lockin' niggas up for it

Growin' up around some hittas tryna govern 'em, or

Buildin' somethin' from the bottom with ya brothers there, ayy

J Skull get hot, he an oven hand, ayy

Spend some bands, but I'll never fall in love again

Winnin' not enough for me, I like to be petty 'bout it

Drop a number one and when it's done I just forget about it

Aww, you think you know what happen 'cause you read about it?

Aww, give me head and don't get in your head about it

Crisp Nike Forces the only time I force it

I told her get a bag, and some shoes, and some more shit

She heard I got a girl, and I bought her even more shit

Don't tell me what you heard if you can't tell me who the source is

Aww, I had a sixth sense at 21

How the fuck did the 6ix let in 21?

Older women always told me I was one-of-one

She was 30 when we sexed, I was 21

I be talkin' to the D.A. like that nigga dumb, what?

You be talkin' to the D.A. like, "Yeah, he the one," wh—?

You almost 50, but you're rappin' like you're 21

Where the fuck they do that at, aside from where you're from?