Let Em Know - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, uh, yeah, look

I've done things most niggas'll never do

I've seen things most niggas'll never see

I’ve gone places most niggas’ll never go

Nah, I ain’t braggin’, I just gotta let 'em know

So when you talk to a nigga better treat him as such

I always stood on my own two, I never needed a crutch

I’m KD in the clutch ‘cause if I let that bitch fly you immediately touch

Mwah, kisses, goodbye

I kick shit with misfits, hit chicks, and slide

Slick sick like I slit my wrist and died

I give off a Piston vibe, I’m a bad boy I’ll give you the blues brotha’, you Dan Aykroyd

Rappers is fibbin’, note pads turnin’ to tabloids

Kids turn into killers, don’t beliеve that noise

When did rap bеcome wrestling? So now you gotta act? Shit's depressin'

Them fools will get clapped in the West Inn

Lil’ niggas twistin’ their fingers, literally pointin’ a handgun, never lifted a banger (Hah)

But let their raps tell it niggas is gangster

Me? I’m just a thug with a picture to paint ya

I’m tryna put some gold in your memory bank, uh

I been told 'em, niggas can’t hold 'em

Shit, I spit so potent like I’m spittin’ from a podium

Dudes is salty, ease up off the sodium

Gassin’ trash rappers they eat up y’all petroleum

Think they bulletproof 'til somebody put a hole in 'em

And I’m just holdin’ my scrotum over soul chops

Yeah, it’s GRIP, chip off the old block

Tote Glocks that’ll rip off ya whole top

And if we put the guns away, you gettin’ cold cots

Servin’ up cold cuts like a sandwich shop

Jam and pop with the blammer cocked

I know a lot of niggas wishin’ the man had flopped

But nah, he stand’ tall and demand his props

New nigga that get compared to greats

But I’m the only one that gotta bear this weight

So if you wanna lend a hand, you should share this tape

How I'm tryna do the gang you would swear its rape

Gotta milk this shit for what it's worth, get the butter first

They gon’ have to cut a check ‘fore I cut a verse

I'll be damned if I got this far to struggle worse

Nigga, I’m tryna put some M’s in my mother's purse

Been goin’ in like a knocked knee

That’s why in my city I’m top three, I mean, who else if not me?