6FLOW - Intellectual

Bad thing, a lil Porsche body

That money talk my language

Kush cake what I'm rollin' up

Louis Sandalwood my fragrance

Couldn't care what they typin' up

'Cause I feel it dog, it's from a hurt place

Handshakes when it's face to face

Just feelin' played that you can't relate

Bag big straight burkin' now

Prolly plot on me behind closed doors

Things change but you switchin' colors

Seem to like it better on the other side

Hard to think that you used to be my ride or die

Girl, who am I?

People know that we different

Really can't mix us up with them other guys

Independent, got the labеl callin'

Tryna figure out we on, yeah

Gang gang in this bitch for rеal

Really did it all on our own, uh

2k for this fit, really be poppin' shit on my own

Really leave everythin' in these songs

Hop in that big body, spazz out

Got to the money before the clout

I know that you wish I would call back

But I get in my habits and backtrack, back stuck to this wall like a thumbtack

Know I ain't shit, I just put it on

Back-to-back rollin' like fuck a bong

Used to ride 'round the field til we got it gone

I was chasin' that bag, couldn't wait up on it, yeah

Is there more to life than livin' fast?

Someday I hope I change

Even though your tables turnin'

Don't mean you can dodge the rain

Hope my girl can sense that pressure

When it starts to come my way

This life we livin' usually rigged

Dodgin' cases pending

We tear each other down, just scared to see each other grow

Mediocre expectations, prolly got you feelin' low, fosho

She say I'm the man, finger on the trigger

I'm the freshest in the building, just a southside nigga, ah!

I'm so sick of wondering why

I wanna feel the truth

Just want to know what's on your mind

I start to float away

Do it for the city, 'cause you know the city love the mob

Do it for the city, Hourhouse ain't no one catching up

Specialize in makin' money dance

Kinda straight on feelin' any romance

Feelin' like I lost what I'm lookin' for

Then bounce back when it's sum' new

Tell me lies, do it for the love, make it sound good

Do me like them women from my town would

Grippin' wheels in them scat packs

Smokin' good gas, call it Anthrax

Baby thick as fuck, just hit it from the back

See you posting all of them stories, ah

City dead, ain't nun for me, yeah

Sing to her like shordie, yeah

Get on top I might record it, uh

Say what you want, but you know you can't fuck with us

Got them hoes tryna hop on the bus

Swervin' that hawk off designer bud

Brodie don't smoke, but he got his cup doubled up, ay

Bust up my wrist, prolly make 'em sick

Modified engine, it got a lil kick

Still the same nigga that's jumpin' the fence

Turnt my shit up, no more trappin' for rent

Risks that we take, gotta own what it brings

Only brushin' shoulders with the plugs

Humble, but get love from all the thugs

Grateful for it, got it out the mud

Know this life different, you swear that I'm gifted

Know it ain't hard, but it's painful I lived it

Kind of a star, but I hung in the kitchen

Used to have demons I hid with prescriptions, yeah

Been through a lot, let it go on the mic

Did all I could, man I'm tryna get out

Weight on my back, with a foot in and out

We ain't worried 'bout them, busy runnin' it up

Man, you know they can't fuck with the mob

Pipe that shit up homie, stay in your lane

My fame on my mind, my girl on my nerves

I was pushin' myself to get some shit that I deserve

That was back in the days, G37 days

I was a cold dude, I'm gettin' back to my ways

I'm so sick of wondering why

I wanna feel the truth

Just want to know what's on your mind

I start to float away

Do it for the city, 'cause you know the city love the mob

Do it for the city, Hourhouse ain't no one catchin' up