Addicted - Intellectual

[Chorus]

You could try to rap, but you couldn't act the part

This shit was god given I'm not holding back a bar

I want it all bitch, big house and fancy cars

If i could fit the whole world in my shopping cart

Then I would buy it

I will get rich or die trying

I shoot for the stars, the belt of orion

I'm eyin the top, and hot like a cayenne

Won't stop 'till the day that I drop, I'm not lyin'

'Cause I've been

Just playing for fun, but I won

So last call on the board is done

My brass balls shining brighter than the ray of the sun

So bar none, no one got the same enunciation

A proclomation I'm saying these puns

But what the fuck you think would happen when you playing with guns

Shooting to kill, super ill

Lyrical nuisance for real

Been through it all loop-de-looping behind the wheel

Of a real automobile

All my people from the front to the back stand up

LG is in the building let me see them hands up

Hands down we the best, we stay winning so what

Never giving no fucks, where's my threes throw'em up

And my money's going up

'Cause my crew's been on the come up

We been grinding every day, getting paid and elated

Must've made it, waited, just faded

Trying to evade a one hit wonder

So it's back to the basics

Serrated blade up in your stomach uhh

Wooh!

So I figured that I'm cold

Pop them pill bottles, it's rock bottom 2.0

But you don't know what you been told

We don't stop, it's time to get a move on yo

You think I'm Luke Gawne?

I think I'm Edgar Allen Poe

Back with a new wand

Some motherfuckin new God flow in this

Phony rappers take them back to school

This games a bitch but I keep on crawling back to-