Bars on Bars - Intellectual

[Intro]

We're getting ready to blast off

Four, three, two, one

Let's go

[Verse 1]

Sometime it's like I wonder how to start this

Hold up beg my pardon

First off let me pay my homage

I never brake a promise, honest

Either go home or go the hardest

But I ain't home sick, let's road trip

I got this

Watching the world from a drivers seat

Spread my wings, feel fly and free

Feeling free and fly, with a eagle eye

I see thru the suckers, got game like the Rucker

Spit flame motherfucker, out my way motherfucker

My lanes my lane, no lames when I'm running

Imma cold train running, on tracks on wax

It's murder when I crash

Get the body bags

Ghost town scary, looking like a cemetery

I don't wanna get buried, tryna see January

Something ain't, something ain't right

My state bankrupt, wait something ain't right

I hustle all day, you hustle all night

Our paper still thin then something ain't right

If you don't chase money, what the fuck do you chase

Got women by the waist and the liquor by the case

Two to the neck, two to the face

Wet when we sex to the rhythm of the bass

In any other case, or in any other place

I'd be in outer space getting high off grapes

I'm so lifted like a skyline chair

Headed towards Heavenly with dreads in my hair

But I give two shits, like siamese twins

On a boat or a tram what you'll find me in

Missing link, you'll find me when, it's time to win

I'm designed to win, like IBM

Haters mad at a player cause the ladies that I be in

But I never gave a fuck who I offend

Real lyricist no biting trends

Innovator by nature, artist and creator

There ain't nobody greater

That's all I'm saying, yea

Bunch of broke rappers tryna be Young Money

Always rap about balling, but they got no money

I'm dope with these bars, give me cocaine money

Imma hit em with the hits, til they nose gets runny

Yea my voice sound funny, someone like you never heard

You a beast if you feeling me and follow my words

Get the chips and the birds, do i t something absurd

I was cursed with the gift, Imma give em the curse

Music to basic and I just can't take it

Money and murder that I can't relate with

Who's to blame, the radio station

They know what's real and they just don't play it

Everyone knows it and just don't say it

Imma show these haters new level of greatness

I stand by, all my statements

Now Imma get sick like cancer patients

And I don't have to fake it

Let it be over stated

Fuck all my exes

No relations

Imma star

Check the constellations

You scared to shit

That means you constipated

I concentrate

You concentrated

That means you watered down

Wa wa wa wa watered down

Your nouns is worthless

And all my words is

Daggers to these actors

Somebody tell these rappers

Get ready for the rumble, cause we plotting on the comeback

Straight to the point and we sharper than a thumbtack

Talk a lot of drama, but they never really want that

In the fitted cap, where they get it when we snap

Bringing new meaning to the snap back

Flash back, bring it back

What I'm trying to say with my rap

I'm this I'm that, but I've never been wack

To the fiends I'm crack

Tell Joey lean back

[Chorus]

Bars on bars

I wondered how to start this

Hold up beg my pardon

First off let me pay my homage

I never brake a promise, I got

Bars on bars

Watching the world from a drivers seat

Spread my wings feel fly and free

Feeling free and fly, with a eagle eye

I see thru the suckers, got game like the Rucker

Spit flame motherfucker, out my way motherfucker

My lane my lane, no lames when I'm running

Imma cold train running, on tracks on wax

It's murder when I crash

Get the body bags

Bars on bars

[Outro]

Bars on bars

I'm on Mars

Fresh and new

Ghost Coast

Dreda Dre

Bars on bars

Gigs on the beat