Amazon - Intellectual

Verse 1: Na$tii

Ok you got me I’ll be honest

I came in for the crown

I don’t fuck with any honour

Burn the court ground

Ain’t no question fuck with law

I watch a hog get hound

Stomp the fuck outta ya jaw

Whole block heard the sound

Fuck ya dollar fuck ya dreams

We in squalor you ain't safe

We just fighting for the scraps they done ran off with the plate

Greedy ate the fucking whole thang

More bricks than Mojang

Catch me posted on the porch

With all my brothers smoking propane

Got no shame

They be steady stealing from the no names

And get they got petty еgos

Till we die we gеtting no fame

Like cobain

Or Kennedy

Blow my fucking brain

And let Jacky wash her jacket

Maybe one day she’ll go change

The enemies a deputy

His office is the range

Don’t want the pay penalty

I need to get away

Atleast a good distraction

Smoking alcohol in vapours

Rolling backwoods by the thousands

I ain’t never fucked w papers

I don’t need the fucking razor

I used to never let go

Touching on my scars

Make her scream like she a Van Gogh

I still hit the gym bitch u get pressed like a piano

But if I’m gonna lose then shit I might just stick to ammo

Then hop back in the crib

And roll up my problems in tobacco

Brodie did his time

For pushing rocks like he backhoe

I kept my composure

Y’all be rattin' ‘fore the bail post

And I kept my composure

Y’all be rattin' ‘fore the bail post

Chorus: Na$tii

Nah we ain’t stopping till the jail close

Turn up in the pit

Like amazon deliver elbows

We living in a hell hole

But that’s just what it is

And we been knowing this shit

Since we was just a kid

We turn up in pit

Bloody up the fit

And we ain’t got a fuck to give

We barely got the rent

Middle finger to the bishop

To the pigs and to the feds

Wish they come get caught up in the mix

Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER

Said he want smoke but we come up with the fire

I'm a drug dealer bitch and you a drug buyer

Roll my problems in tobacco and they take me higher

I can't roll with pussy niggas gotta roll with spiders

I don't mean to be cocky but pussy niggas can't stop me

Don't ride my wave cuz it's choppy

Perc got my vision so sloppy

I pull up in the Ford you still pull up in jalopy's

Aww so sorry Ms. Shawty cuz [?] lil' bitch

You see my wrist rocking

Want me to seat her like poppy

Never slippin' niggas pistol grippin' Christ a supervillain

Niggas with me keep machetes we cut your arm off for stealing

Sliding in with [?] no ceilings my nigga fuck how you feeling