NARCO - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Elijah Witt]

Uh, knock that lil' lame off his horse if he talkin' down

Got a Spanish thang with me, in just a gown

Really move like Obama when I'm in town

Countin' up cash, hoe, you talk a lot

Be sittin' too figgity, fuck a drop

I know they be plottin' like oswal

She say that she love me, she speedballin', Milly

The sound that you hear in the corner is me

Wandering the house, I can't breathe, I can't sleep

Our current state is slipping

We've turned into sheep

The ache in your chest while you scream

This might be killing me, this might be killing me

Uh, bring it right back and gеt down with the gang

Just hit up the plug, told him, "Send 'еm on through"

Yeah, I know that's your girl but she loving the crew

This whip a few figures, just get out the way

Where is the money? Ain't come here to play

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Laws hit the lights, they ain't know this a race

Glock with a beam, I don't need any mace

Go on and touch me

I've given up hope of ever waking from the ground

I'm losing my mind

When I sleep, I hear it call

I'm losing my mind

Can hear it living in the walls

The grip on me can feel it start to slip away

This might be killing me, this might be killing me

Booted up, yeah, I'm on one, uh-huh (It's only going one way)

I can promise this ain't what you want, yeah (You're gonna make my day)

Booted up, yeah, we on one, uh-huh (It's only going one way)

I can promise this ain't what you want, yeah (You're gonna make my day)

Can you stop talking please?

I think I'm 'bout to break

Life's just forever grey

My futures looking bleak

This is not what I want