Sober - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Sci-fi flip what I do to cats

Y'all a bunch of mafucking sewer rats

Wifi plugs, I'm connected with 'em

Y'all won't ever be up in the section with me

Cocaine white when I move a zip

Mafuckers acting like I'm new to this

Sipping the Sudafed, gripping the cooler

I'll put y'all on ice with this

Y'all sending kites to the superintendent

Losing y'all life and I'm losing a witness

Choosing to die 'cause [?] kiss me

I body 'em cold and I'm probably a misfit

Chop up the cola, we talking in codes

Live in the kitchen and rocking the stove

Get to the coffins and walk in the road

And I look to the sky and tell God that I'm frozen

I know I don't know pain

I know something y'all don't

You strike me as the type that would like to surprise

Like what I write when the Vicodin died

Wrote what I felt in the silence of wives

Go and talk to the ones that would die for the pride

Y'all got chains on ya neck like Tone

Y'all got veins on ya neck like Tone

Y'all got brains in ya head like Tone

Y'all gon' pray, get ya bread right, zone

I'ma all-out ball out, talk to the moon

Fall down, talk back, walk with the shrooms

Fought to the death, lost in the fuems

Should've checked another [?] shot for the wounds

I don't got time to make the place three

Chop on the lines and lace the fake weed

We gon' get high and make the snakes see

Die with my name and take 'em to phase three, shit

I know something y'all don't