Down - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Fetti]

Fuck friends cus they be with that fake shit

People always tellin’ me that I will never make it

But bitch im up next, in a couple ima flex with a mothafuckin check

With my brothas’ tryna get to the dough

On my momma that's the main goal

Rather hold a band than cuffin’ up a lame hoe

Talkin’ shit up in the internet, but I ain't really into that

Y’all claim y’all about it cus y’all flexin’ a stick

But most of you are hella scared to let that shit rip

They ain't really with that bustin’

You foos’s mad cus their bitch is what im fuckin’

Yo bitch talk to me like she uncle sam

She tell me she want me but sorry bitch cus im rollin’ up some grams

Living care free, do dirt carefully, clean up ya act little homie

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

I chopped that shit down cus the giving tree never gave shit to me

So I had to keep it g, so I had to do it all individually

Fuck you’re hand out I’ll break your fingers till you look like you’re trying to put it down

Bitch ass a joke fuckin’ poke a dot clown

Should’ve stayed in school you never gonna be a baller, can’t get that rebound

They said I’d never be bound to nothin’

Watch me get paid and then they’ll say you want to kick it smoke a blunt or somethin’

These heads be frontin’ like I was in the backseat

Everybody wants to talk about how they got heat

Knowin’ damn well you’re not even livin’ half deep

Sayin’ you makin big moves but still movin’ the same pace as the sheep

I kept grindin’ when mothafuckas’ gave up in half a week

I can keep my head above my shoulders now, back then I was weak

You’re a rat no wonder you’re mad I’m makin’ moves to gettin the cheese

She only likes you cus your dirty money I told that dirty bitch, bitch please

I think you stand under me if you don't understand me

I ain’t gay but I love all these dead presidents

No fucking around cus I’m on that paper route

Talking mad shit to me but what is you about

So many people said I changed, but I just gained money while im working on myself

Yea me and my homies coming up

I gotta get cream and make it with my team

But I gotta watch my back and stay alert

Fuck all these fakes Ima leave’ them in the dirt

Watch them foos’ get merked

I ain't playing ball but I shoot like Curry

Your bitch suck me up like a McFlurry, I pour in the cup and make it dirty

I got ice on my wrist and a hot ass bitch Smoking on the oz, no bunk shit

Coming up homies switching lanes but Ima’ make it rich

And if you hate suck my dick bitch