Zone - Intellectual

[Intro]

Alright, well, alright

I say I do it for the love

Bunk bed flow, always one level above

If I’m in ya startin' five you will never need a sub

And I’m never lookin' down so I always know what's up

A picture won't do me J.U.S.T.I.C.E.—League in this bitch

I’ma do me trust this

Patience little label nigga you won't rush this

I got the hammer money sweetie you can’t touch this

I got a revolutionary flow in every scenario

Comin' through ya stereo

Plus my girlfriend booty round like the merry-go

Bitches like, "Where he at?" then be like, "There he go!"

And this verse deserve a burial

Don’t cry for me this ain’t muhfuckin' Mario

Yeah, and Polo isn’t at my session

Mr. Anticipation, I'ma keep you niggas guessin', like

Okay, okay, I’m grown, I'm grown

Party at my house, but I’m home alone

Doing every single thing my momma wouldn’t condone

Countin' everything I own in my muhfuckin' zone

I’m up too high, somebody come get me down, down, down, down

Said I’m up too high, somebody get me down, down, down, down

Look, my ex-girl said she done datin' black guys

She shoulda listened when her white friends advised

But not me, I make your battle ships capsize

Get soaked, get wet, get baptized

I got the full package, a nigga complete

I get bread and eat tracks like lunch meat

But sue me and Ima put you on front street

Probably get your records pushed back like front seats

I’m much more than you fathom he would be

And ain't too many niggas that I’d rather be than me

I guarantee the women gettin' at him would agree

That he should go ahead and put a patent on his G

And I swear these niggas gassed up, even though the price is high

I could own half as much clothin' and be twice as fly

You know my coupe sit super low

Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl

Okay, okay, I’m grown, I'm grown

Party at my house, but I’m home alone

Doin' every single thing my momma wouldn’t condone

Countin' everything I own in my muhfuckin' zone