Secrets - Intellectual

[Intro]

(9's)

What you really gonna do for me?

Slide, I rather do it on my lonely

Poppin’ bottles, I miss my niggas, off them drugs, I see 'em

Huh, I send my lil' nigga ’round the way, tryna catch up, meet 'em

Yeah, pipe down, yeah, right now

Niggas talk down about they bro, ain't right

I don't feel lonely, I'm geekin' off that Sprite

It get so lonely, first class, Duvy on a flight

Pipe down, right now

I send some shotters, wipe your nose, they do it right

You cross the line, we take your life, shit, that's the price

Got me slangin' Glocks in trenches with my brothers, that’s the motion

My dawg, he do the same for me

Park the foreign, we hop in Honda, stolen, slidin’

Who them young niggas really wildin'?

Left like ten at home, now nigga wanna be my stylist

My brother could turn his back on me, I wouldn’t slime him

'Cause in the Grassways, it get really really dangerous

I ain't had none, I done ran it up

All these pills, I be seein' demons in my dreams (Lucid dreams)

Can’t tell you what I'm seein'

All this killin', it get bloody, bloody

You know 'bout lay low 'cause the feds be on the hunt

You don't know 'bout kick door when that shit be gettin' rough

I get scared when I hear sirens, yeah, yeah

Got me clutchin' on my gun

I done lost my heart up in that dirt, bitch, it's war

My brother, he know that I'm the one

(That part, that guy)

Servin' rock up on the stove, pray we make it out

This that, "You can't trust that little ho, she tryna take you out"