Grammys - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ey go ahead fool

I was just sittin on the back

Choppas spinning on the sky

You gotta just take the advice

You dont never know when its your time

Fucking in the back and i cleaning that shit with the rolls curtains

I had to slide back and i did it on purpose

How many people could stand in the front

How many people get smoked in a blunt

How many-how many shorty can sit and they fuck

How many diamonds you got but they took

How many people could fit on the bus

I'm on tour made trap on the bus

I'm on tour with a [test?] on the bus

I'm on tour and i ain't finna, uh

If you ever passed on me, cap out, dont sweet

And they came to pray to me

I feel like Ye this shi holy

You gotta protect ya lil homie

I'm in LA at thе Grammys

We smokin a different flavor weed

It looks likе everyone a wannabe, wannabe

I got the 808s inside of my bank account

And 8 just turnt to 8 but it isn’t the same amount

Ain't eating till i got that 8 thousand acre house