By Myself - Intellectual

[Intro]

I mean just make sure life is enjoyable, dog

You know?

Yeah, aye

[Verse 1]

Hop in the centerpiece (Ay)

Clothes come from Italy (Ay)

Made a discovery (Ay, yeah)

Have her meet me at the Doubletree (Yeah)

That's what's up, pass my cup (Woah)

Dimes in up, I'm in love

Mix it up, switch it up

Feel it in your gut, like a sit-up

Touchdown, I'm up now with calls from my freestyle

Living, but know they drive pick-ups with decals

Shot hands with D-cam, I'm back in the streets now (Yeah)

Ripped through your last shit and I caught the rebound

Ew, that's what's up

Feeling trapped on 22's, make 'em fist pump

Niggas don't know what to do 'til something drops

I'ma take your ass to school, fill the seats up

Cooking beats up

[Pre-Chorus]

She wear what she have in the whip

Walking in the store and I'm walking out, dip

All of my hunnids is built like a crib

[Chorus]

I did this shit all by myself like, ooh

Blue cheese how I dip, Velveeta and shit

Rockin' Adidas, not chicks

Money feel better than sex

I'ma pull up to the neck

I did this shit by myself, brrr

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah

Cut her, I'm onto the next, yeah, yeah

Straight to the stage from the jet

The money gon' call like, "collect"

I walk with a bump in my step

Pull up with a bark on my left, yeah, yeah

I'm rocking the latest apparel

In a Lamborghini, no Camaro

Best flow in the world, when the cops come I ain't see shit

I'm too old, so don't I sneak diss

If I say your name, then I say your name

Slot a ringtone in the remix

My big dog, you a beat licks

I'm a old dog learning new tricks

I'm in first place in another race

Only competition is another range

I'm on hella uppers, I'ma elevate

I been running numbers since eleventh grade

Look at me crooked, I'll set it straight

Don't need no court, I'ma settle it