40% - Intellectual

[Chorus: $EMMY!]

Ayy, yeah, got a couple dilemmas I'm solving with lowering levels of liquid in glass jars

And by couple, mean several, I'm tossing and throwing them gently not to make glass shards

Got a couple experiments on at the sterile environment writing me flashcards

Got a couple of devils on top of me knowing they revel in knowing that life's hard

Ayy, I like my burger with cheese, gas in my lungs and I wheeze, uh

The weight keeping me on my knees, never be feeling the ease, uh

I got a pocket, I'm tryna stuff it with a box of something with some green, uh

You think we homies you sticking to me, people started think we Siamese, hm

Uh, we not the same

You think you know me but why the fuck didn't you tell me 'bout what the fuck's up in my brain?

Why is the only thing keeping me sane also make me go crazy when people explain?

Explain why the fuck to have fun anymore, I need something with forty percent in my veins, something to weaken my brain, uh

Got a couple dilemmas I'm solving with lowering levels of liquid in glass jars

And by couple, mean several, I'm tossing and throwing them gently not to make glass shards

Got a couple experiments on at the sterile environment writing me flashcards

Got a couple of devils on top of me knowing they revel in knowing that life's hard, uh

I like my burger with fries, I like my head in the thighs

Man this fucking future took me forty different tries, I guess that I'm incentivised

Or misidentified, when you think I'm saying thighs I'm referring to anime

Or when I'm trying to trap and you think that it's anthem and that's some that it would've plan today

I'm handsome, I feel like I'm [?]

I'm rapping, I feel like I'm Aaron May

Stop cappin', I made that, your playlist, it's basic, it's full of it, and I've been making a fool of it

I made it a ten and you rate it a two, of course

It doesn't matter, fuck you I ain't doing remorse

Put on new clothes, moving to stores, man fuck it I can't even do it no more

I switch flows like we switch labels, my gold on LA Lakers

Get cash, advanced up, and add some like bitch we made ya'

But I'm no Ye, I make worries but, we get no appraisal

The fuck out my face ho', I need forty percent to run straight through my brain though

I need forty percent of the cut, forty year old tryna fuck

And even fourteen, I ain't catching no case though, a little distasteful

And I'll take out your sixty percent, put that shit on the table

I'll take it and make it and double the queso

And you think I'm unable? Okay bro

Yeah, got a couple dilemmas I'm solving with lowering levels of liquid in glass jars

And by couple, mean several, I'm tossing and throwing them gently not to make glass shards

Got a couple experiments on at the sterile environment writing me flashcards

Got a couple of devils on top of me knowing they revel in knowing that life's hard

Got a couple dilemmas I'm solving with lowering levels of liquid in glass jars

And by couple, mean several, I'm tossing and throwing them gently not to make glass shards

Got a couple experiments on at the sterile environment writing me flashcards

Got a couple of devils on top of me knowing they revel in knowing that life's hard, uh