Count up (Freestyle) - Intellectual

[Skit: RDCworld1]

Woah calm down Jamal, don’t pull out the nine hahaha

(Ethereal what the fuck?!)

1, 2, 3, 4, who’s that knocking on the door?

It’s the 5footwarrior shooting six across the board

Y’all married to the guap, if I were me I’d get a divorce

Feeling like I’m Vader with the mask, I’ma use the Force

I’m on that UPXD vibe, I don’t got time for any banter

I ain’t Mia, I’ll CIA chill in Atlanta

I rap up like presents, songs, a gift they call me Santa

You ain’t never sip no lean, boy that’s grape Fanta

I ain’t no cop, I ain’t never done a shakedown

Your boys from the motherland, the heat I’m talking Cape Town

I been up bеfore creative, FN I’m on playground

I been in my feelings, got to—

(Watch thе breakdown -down)

(Woah!) Breakdown like I hit the dougie

Jump off of the wire, I ain’t talking ’bout no bungee

Hit the blocks with my head, get the guap if I’m lucky

I’m having so much fun, yeah I’m youngin it like ‘Thuggie

Hit the blocks like a plumber

Thug, Future, Baby, y’all get dum, dumb, and dumber

I don’t make no Mels, I guess I’m just a drummer

I’m just chilling making music in the middle of the summer hey!

Clean with the talk, soap opera

I been flying high like I got me a chopper

I pull up I’m kicking it, not karate like it’s soccer

Need storage for my foot, so I went to Foot Locker

Tryna act holy but he fake, profit off of God

But y’all know I am real, I’m a prophet of a God

He said he’s a creator, I can tell his future odd

This album DNE, please don’t ask me who’s the prod

Yeah I’m like Kanye, you can’t tell me nothing

Mini on the beat, I just took it out the oven

They said I’m the man, but I don’t sell muffins

Where’d he even come from? He not part of the discussion

Disgusting, I’m flaming on the beat when I step

I feel like I’m Curry, I ain’t talking ’bout no Steph

I feel like I’m Curry but y’all know I ain’t a chef

I feel like I’m Curry shooting 3’s with a left