Take Off - Intellectual

[Verse 1: G.T.]

Soon as I hear that beat, I'm takin' off

My chain three bricks of raw, my watch two bricks of soft

Steppin' in the foreign, they don't see me, but they smell exhaust

God, please forgive me for the sinning, sixty on the cross

Wavy Navy, Oink Boys, stunt hard, you niggas lost

Ice tray the gang, man, your shit look like a bag of salt

Nobody ain't give a nigga shit and that's what made a boss

That bitch ain't shit to me, she take trips and I just break her off

Soon as I see the beat, G, you know I'm takin' off

Keep the motor runnin', I hop out and get like sixty off

Switch the play, spin the block again, we gon' finish y'all

Hit the block again, we on go, we don't never pause (Yeah)

Yeah, thе block hot, bitch, we still outside

Hop inside thе coupe and press the pedal and fishtail the ride

All my niggas see is yellow tape and that's that homicide

All we see is murders every day, this shit like genocide

I had to cut my circle real small, you know, minimize

And if you wanna get it like me, you gotta strategize

A lot of niggas get on a song and they fantasize

I'm the type to let it die down, but I won't let it slide

I had to cut my mans for them bands, he was gettin' beside

I'm the same nigga still here, I ain't switched a side

I'm a renegade for real, nigga, I ain't never slime

Throw an opp off the backboard, slam him like LeBron

Catch the sack, I can run it back like I'm Primetime

Hard Body, gang on my back, I'm the franchise

They couldn't stop the rain, they got baptized

Nigga, I got mob ties, Porsche got the frog eyes

They walk me and Ju to VIP and you still stand in line

Man, I got fifty fuckin' thousand on both of my thighs

I snuck the four-five in, they like, "How it get inside?"

FN, 40 Glocks, we ain't doin' no more nines

Close that fuckin' door, all these straps, we got all kinds

I got Mexicans and Black ambitions, you can pick a kind (Pick one)

Keep that