Breathe - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

My apologies if I'm too blunt, me no mean to offend you

But there is no discussion of it, I am cooler than you

They fly me out for shows, then I do what I'm sent to

Rappin' for a thousand babes, packed inside a venue

I been killin' it for ages, always checkin' ages

If she ain't tryna fuck the first night, we're on different pages

We pre-game then we party, then the after party rages

After that is when the purple smoke billows up and hazes

I been going hammy ham

Chillin' with a slammy slam

She could take a picture, just don't put that shit on Instagram

Of one night stands I am a fan

All I do is wham and bam

Think I'm not the dopest? got me mixed up like an anagram

Drinkin', smokin', now I got the spins like a merry-go

Feel like I'm the shit, everywhere I go, but really you don't hear me though

This is like, rap game Tim Burton, scary flow

Got my shit, lined up to go, I'm prepared to blow

[Chorus]

Breathe....

If you didn't know before, now you know

I'm the motherfuckin' man

Watch me fuck around and blow

And make a billion 'fore I go

See that's the motherfuckin' plan

[Verse 2]

We be swappin' ho's

You put a lock on those

Looking fresh up out the 50s like the clock had froze

I got lots of flows

Nuts, I go pistachios

Boy, I got 'em buzzing from the Bay to the Galapagos

Cheers, now I've been slept on for years, that's a coma

Typically I fill my studio with tree aroma

Class comes easily just like a free diploma

My money stretch like yoga, got it wrapped up like a toga

All we do is mob, fool, I got the coolest job

Fuck you and your mixtape, boy, I'm something of a music snob

Your whole style is borrowed, all you rappers do is rob

If I don't know you I don't speak like a Hasidic Jewish mob

I got bitches on the top floor doin' blow

Burnin' on this sour diesel got me movin' slow

Eazy is that rapper you'll be soon to know

I did it independently but bitch I'm movin' units though