3-D - Intellectual

3-D

[Chorus: Figg Budah]

Ridin' ridin', nigga jus slidin'

Flying high and never colliding

I make it look easy but it ain't easy

I’m live up in 3d but they can’t see me

Cruising, using my electric flow

Got a think tank full of petro, fuck moving slow

Show you how this money grow

Take the beat for a ride, let’s go

And we just coastin', high on the clouds we floatin'

How they gon' copy my motion? Gotta be joking

I’m too smooth when I’m rolling, but ain't nothing wrong with hoping

Anything goes, had to get mine with crime

But that hardly make it to my rhyme, so nobody knows

Except for the people I supply and the niggas that’s with me real close

Ok its Budah, number one microphone killa'

Number one flow controller, I always been bout my scrilla

I always been a rock and roll'a, hold up

Since everybody stealing everybody style I guess everybody get props

I twist the whole thing up like my dreadlocks

And I won’t let up never gon' stop, Imma keep on

Damn, sound like I’m in my groove

Feel like I hit my stride, aw man

Suckas ain't got no clue, how this nigga get so live

Been in it for a while nigga this ain't a fluke

This ain't a lie nigga you know the truth

You ain't a live nigga? This ain't for you

Not the same old shit this be that new, I’m

Flyin high and, never colliding, Friday night and

Yea we just vibin'. I’m just tryna scoop lil honey right there

Real cute face and them thick ass thighs

She stylin', stylin' baby profiling

Dialing dialing on the late night

And she called me up asked if it’s too late

I told her bad bitches can’t have bad timing

And I won’t even make you wait, Imma come and put it down

She know I got what it takes, to make her whole body smile

In the past I made mistakes, wanna make my family proud

And I made me a mixtape.. (But that bitch fuck around and sound like a album)

And I’m still

(Chorus)