Laboratory Dialect - Intellectual

[Intro: BabyTron]

It only take an hour and a change to make some— ayy

(byekyle)

It only take an hour and some change to make a dollar and some chains

When I'm off the drugs, the problems, they don't bother me the same

I'ma still be a dog in a collar gettin' trained

All my scammers on the road, I'm with the robbers for the day

I might take a flight tomorrow just to make my bitch miss me

Could be the last two on Earth, wouldn't let your bitch kiss me

They just wired six-sixty, I was down to six giffies

Lookin' in the mirror like, "You know you got 'em sick, Jimmy"

You ain't window-shop with me, you ain't drip with me

You ain't never split a pop with me, you can't sip with me

You can't pour a six with me, roll it out the zip with me

If he ridin' in my whip, he blowin' off the hip with me

Why you want the nowadays sauce? Ain't jam a chip with me

When it came to goals, you ain't never scratch the list with me

Wasn't on that mongoose, then you can't stab the whip with me

You ain't put none on the first bag, can't cash a brick with me

Lil' crazy bitch'd come and catch a hat with me

I know if Mauri was here, he'd come and catch a jack with me

Is you really down to ride? Ain't never caught a flat with me

Like, is you gon' call a ride and leave, or call the cab with me?

If he a Militia member, let him dog the 'Cat with me

Antisocial club, and nah, you can't toss no racks with me

You ain't finna get a deal, like, why you talkin' fast with me?

Ever think I'm fallin' off, I'm just fallin' back, really

Sad to say, these niggas die before they live

Blew his check before he got it, damn, I know how it feel

Steppin' all my life, [?][1:08] done bruised my heels

Heart cold, but I'd never sell my soul, on the real

Balenciaga size forties, swervin' German engineering

Humble yourself, you could fall, shit, I did

Never laid there, just examined what I did

Hit the streets, found a bag, and yeah, it's easier said

Ignore them hoes for a minute, find your ground

I could rap my ass off, but I like movin' shit around

Hit the trap, make a deposit, brodie, we gon' double down

Saint Michael on the shirt, this bitch cost a half a pound

Sacrifice a couple years, that backpay gon' make you smile

Niggas make they life up, listen to 'em, how they sound