six - Intellectual

[Intro]

Chicago Police say that this man is a killer

Walking in broad daylight, masked, dressed head-to-toe in black

And he's terrorizing a neighborhood, his own neighborhood

According to investigators, just days before the Chicago [?]

Sunday morning, 73-year-old **** was killed with a single gunshot

To the head, security footage shows the suspect running away

Moments after the shooting, 36 hours later and just 5 blocks away-

Six feet under the ground, ah fuck

Bitch, we profit off pain solo

I might go alone, bitch, I do not pray

Name is [?] and they fear the smoke

Ain't feel a thing, elevate, spending 20 racks

I can buy your faith, I can instigate

I can catch a case, stay the fuck out my way

I'ma kill her slow, six feet, run up, catch a fade

I can see the thoughts inside your brain melt away

Blood drips down, yeah, bitch, it's for the blade

Know I'm coming for you, so bitch you better pray

Blood drips down, I start to blackout

Leave it alone, no conversation, I'm taking the teeth out

See, I've been a ghost, no time for saving, he's never gon' breathe now

Follow the fog in the road, I've been away for the burial deep down

Hollow, it ever so cold, cover the face in a second and leave town

I ain't got time to talk about nothing, aim for the face until they all drop

Need no names for any discussion, chain on grave until it don't stop

See no trace, no evidence, hunting, kill that noise and bury that stock

Need that blade so I'm feeling something, still won't leave, I'm keeping it locked

Burn until it's down, they ain't gon say nothing at all

Fuck you and your team, I see the lies and then the fog

Leave the props at home, we keep it quiet in the walk

Really crawled up out the dirt alone then stuck it, run to fog

Six feet under the ground, ah fuck

Bitch, we profit off pain solo

I might go alone, bitch, I do not pray

Name is [?] and they fear the smoke