RUSH HOUR - Intellectual

[Intro]

I don't need to

Yeah

[Chorus]

I don't need to make friends

Riot up the hill, whole thing is mayhem

Fuckin' with my spirit, niggas really go to great length

Niggas turn religious when their faces hit the pavement

He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense

Say she high maintenance, we could make arrangements

Calls from my agent, make me switch cadence

I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make 'em vacant

Goin' against the grain, South based, we from thе basement

[Verse]

Boy, you a two-faced nigga undеr pressure

Call it fruit cake, sittin' in that leather

And like it's doomsday, we 'bout to change the weather

Girl, is it to late to say I get you wetter? (Shh)

(Ayy) She been in the field since like twenty-one

(Ayy) Pushing 'til the wheels break, shit is cut throat

(Ayy) Say she brought her friends and they needed front row, ayy

What if we just head back to my condo?

That girl a groupie, who your mans?

Word to mouth, now she gets choosy, what's the plans?

Boy, I'm out, this shit don't move me

And shit I know lil' shorty tryna use me (Use me)

(Alright) Yeah, uh

Where's the line again?

Small talk, cold calls, all that shit is transient

Lot of baggage, I was born with, I'm carryin'

Always been a pimp but I turned into a champion

I was with my bih on a island, playin' ambient

Hold your breath, I been on the edge

Niggas gettin' bread, soul hangin' by a thread

Right hand on the wheel, left one on her breast

Everything a wreck, they don't step the way I step (Oh)

I don't know how people think we equal (Woah)

Baby girl, my verse is worth a kilo (Damn)

Seven nights, we spend it down in rio (Yeah)

Everything I do, is for my people