Showtime - Intellectual

[Intro]

GrindHard, if it ain't 'bout no money, it is not important (JMC, you goin' crazy)

[Chorus]

I could've just drunk a deuce, but I poured four lines

Got a pint, I ain't sell none, I poured up four times

You be flashin' pictures with your heat, I'ma blow mine

At first they thought it was a flash, but they seen fire out the 45

We just got the opp drop, now it's showtime

Told my nigga you gotta be patient 'til it's your time

Bad redbone by my side, yeah, she so fine

Need to go to the Bay to get some 'bows, ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' find

[Verse]

Still woke, 6 a.m. and the birds chirpin'

Phone ringin', I ain't been to sleep, this thirtieth person

Boomin' out the crib where I livе, I done got nervous

Went and caught my sеll in BFE, I ain't got no service on my cellphone

These niggas rats lookin' for somebody to tell on

I don't sell dope

These niggas ain't got no hustle, all they got is hope

Anything I put my hands on, I'm tryna make the most

Off-Whites on my feet, rip Virgil

You got green in your cup, mine purple

If you come correct and got the right price, I might serve you

If I feel like you on some bullshit, I might—

Some advice, strap up 'cause the bitch might be fertile

Bitch fat, you can't tell because she wear a girdle

These niggas lactose when it come to cheese, they must be allergic

When we fuck, she said that it feel like it's in her cervix

When I need to re-up, I text the plug that it's urgent

When we was on the phone, he probably thought I lost signal, but I hung up on purpose

Askin' too many questions, was makin' me nervous

You ain't gotta ask what all I got, just pull on me first

For an eighth, I ain't even gon' make it 'cause it wasn't worth it

Had to eyeball a zip out a 'bow 'cause my scale wasn't workin'

I be taxin', I might tell a different price to every person

'Bows got shipped on Wednesday and they landed on Thursday

Your pop pink, mine purple, you can tell who's dirty

Stick pokin' out my pants, you can tell it's a thirty

If it's a problem, I'ma make one call, they gon' come in a hurry

Sound like a marching band when them shots ring off, he ain't make it to Hurley

All they know is he got hit with a Drac' and a 40

They think his mans had somethin' to do with it, he keep changin' his story

Bitch tryna put a baby on my boy, told him to take her to Maury

I knew I was gettin' famous, every bitch that I encountered done tried to record me

All bitches won't leave me 'lone, swear that shit so annoyin'

Broke niggas need to call Marvin, do they unemployment

Made five bands the first day— ah

Made five bands the first play when I woke up in the mornin'

Ain't no tellin' what I made that day, I probably stashed a quarter

Told him a deal on a zip, but I taxed him, he only bought a quarter

The weed that I'm smokin' no where cheap, you probably can't afford it

All this fuckin' paper that I'm stackin', I feel like a hoarder

Back in the day, I used to pray the bag made it 'cross the border

A nigga take somethin' from me, his life expectancy gon' get shorter

You can come and shop with me, what can I get for you?

Had a dream, I seen some palm trees, I caught a flight to Florida

I just poured up some Tris, but I wanted some Morton