PERSONA - Intellectual

[Chorus: Marty Valentine]

Hot mufucka get his mouth sewed up

Havin' straight drop, put that shit in the soda

I'm a young Casanova

She give the good brain, she get a diploma

These bitches green, yeah, they go like Fiona

I be masked up, I ain't gettin' the rona

Y'all pussy, I smell the aroma

Ain't havin' money cause you can't make the quota

Imma tell the feds I just came out a coma

I ain't witness shit, I ain't rock with Jehovah

I ain't fold or bend, I ain't doin' no yoga

Bitch, I got a strap like I got a Persona

On the phone we got different personas

Ten toes, ain't no pushin' us ovеr

I was gettin' money, you was sittin' on the sofa

It's a Tracphonе, no, it ain't Motorola

[Verse 1: Marty Valentine]

Uh, she bouncin' ass like NOLA

I told that lil bitch to hold up

Bet my whole life away, Texas hold'em

No, I can't fuck with a lame, I can't hold ya

You got Twitter fingers, shoulda gave your ass SOPA

Bitch, I move smart, if I'm outside I'm sober

RIP to my soldiers

I can't get booked unless it's by a promoter

She said we fucked, but I don't even know her

I just want your head, no, I ain't goin' lower

Can't support these rappers cause they be mediocre

I be gettin' money, but I'm stackin' up

So I'm keepin' it kosher

We the La Cosa Nostra

My heart done got colder

I be pissed for none, bitch, I think I'm bipolar

Smokin' zaza like I'm plugged with the grower

I cut the fake off, I'm a loner

[Verse 2: Cuzzxo]

Don’t come for me, bitch, you know I be chillin’

Why you worried bout me, Imma run up a million

Can’t stop ’til my money stacked up to the ceiling

These niggas be on me, I ain’t got no feelings

Daughter these hoes, I ain’t got no chillens

Gotta pray every night cause I fuck with the felons

These bitches don’t like me, I don’t know why

They ain’t talkin’ no money, then “bitch, goodbye”

I’m the shit and you the fly

Got one up on me, lil, bitch, you li-ie

I’m the star in the field, you bleachin’

And you know I can’t fuck with no leeches

Better have them bands for the features

I spit that shit like I’m a preacher

Niggas be hoes, I don’t need ‘em

Got her nigga sayin’ he don’t like how I treat him

(But I don’t give a fuck)