Blank - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Who made this beat?)

(Twysted Genius, baby)

[Chorus]

It's just us, me and gang

She wan' fuck, that's just for a chain

I put diamonds on an AP plain

Went to the show on a jet, what's a plane?

I pull up on a nigga block

I pull up, give you lil' niggas pain

It get hot, shit got me hot

Look in my eyes, you don't see nothin' but flames

If I ever cry, you won't see nothin' but rain

I don't get high, what I do to maintain

I'm never trippin' when these lil' niggas change on me

I just pull up and shoot at his brain

I'm never trippin' what these lil' niggas sayin' to me

I could pull up and shit on 'em, gang

I'm never trippin', my young niggas slide out here

Nigga die, gon' blame that blank

[Verse]

Raised by the gutter, who am I to blamе?

I'm big in the streets, give a fuck 'bout a name

Thеse niggas cap like how much can I take?

These bitches gon' fuck on whoever like woo

I come from nothin', I just popped out the blue

Up one million dollars in blues

Up one million dollars in shoes

I don't know nothin' but to keep this shit true

I don't know nothin' but to pull up with fullys and p-p-p-p-pop it at you

I don't even know how to lie to a bitch, when I try, I be endin' up tellin' the truth

I don't even smoke, just pull up to the spot, when you pull up and shop, it ain't nothin' but some zoo

I don't even fuck, when she come to the spot, I get blowed, head, nothin' but some flute

Cold cash, nothin' but some blues

Ain't work, I had dropped out of school

Big dog, I ain't payin' no dues

Can't play with this shit, nigga, play and you lose

I want both of 'em, can't even chose

Toboggan on me, but I ain't even Jew

Been walkin' on beats like I been on the moon

Been walkin' on moon like I been on the shrooms

Naw, for real

Get in tune with me, I got moves, show you how to move

Nigga play, ain't that 'bout a bitch?

I go buy the boom, it's up with his dome

I go buy the pants, these motherfuckers Chrome

If I buy a band, I made that a song

A new body bag, I get the boy gone

On God, I ain't just makin' a song, for real

I ain't have nothin'

I got the OG askin' me how do a young nigga feel?

I'm really rich

I can make him disappear just off money I made off of deals

Boy, you a bitch

Niggas be talkin', but the same niggas never don't be in that field

Play and that's it

I really come from the block and my niggas still be in the 'ville