Hell - Intellectual

[Intro]

(AP)

(CashMoneyAP)

(Yur, what's goin' on with ya, brother?)

Twin

(I'm just callin' you, to let you know I'm proud of ya, you already thought that)

(Time to make ya name in the industry)

Appreciate that my nigga, I love you

I ain't did shit yet, I'm here to stay

(Before these niggas was opps, they was fans)

(Love ya too, brother)

(On my mama, don't forget that)

(Fatt)

[Chorus]

Nigga, I'm geeked off this molly

Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party

When a nigga get out his body, hit him with Gen

I'll leave you dead, I don't argue

Nigga, I ain't never needed nobody, did it myself

I ain't never ask for no help

I won't tongue wrestle, on no net

You a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up

Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, cause we don't know nothin' else

Yeah, I gave you everything, now I don't got nothin' left

Yeah, yeah, yeah, on you, I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (Yeah, yeah)

I asked myself pastor if I OD, am I gon' go to Hell

[Verse]

These niggas hoes, they coppin' pleas soon as they go to jail

How the fuck you get back on the streets so fast? I know you tellin'

Yeah, yeah, I'll put down the Gen, and come beat your ass, I know you scared

Yeah, and who really steppin' on shit and gettin' money? Only time gon' tell in the end

Know a nigga who puttin' shit under but now he a Muslim just stuck in the pen

I'm gon' stay on his block, til I’m musty go take me a shower then do it again

I grew up watchin' Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun, I'm just like him

Don't give a fuck about this money, these niggas be bums and I'm nothin' like them

And before they was opps, man, these niggas was fans

You kill 'em, I got ten bands

I went big, on big

While you niggas was playin', look at all this money I ran up

Niggas hop on the net, with a whole lot of tec

When we see 'em, they never be sayin' nothin'

When we kick in your shit, we gon' leave your ass dead

So you might as well not put your hands up