Licensed - Intellectual

[Intro]

Fresh in em calicos

Don't know where I be

But I'm not at home, not at all

Dreaming so high

I need aderralll

I am an animal

[Verse 1]

Khan in the cut now

Got grass to cut down

Gon' work till sun down

We know that time is money

So I be putting in minutes

It won't let me punch out

Speedin; it's the last ride

Key in my Sienna believe we alive

Cuz' it's all for the chicken

You know that I don't lie

Me and my dawgs gon' be hogging at Popeyes

Now I'ma let the pace switch

Through trials and tribulations we came in

Still racing, right now in the van though

Next time Lambo when I watch this year go like Van Ghou

Can't close the door that I broke

To me you a John Doe

To them I'm John Rambo

RVEES fresh with camo, my peoples is Camels

But it's all good cuz' a drought I can handle (Shit)

Kid get a grip, spit out of spite (Ahhh)

Thirst for blood let me mix it with Sprite

Now Michael Tyson gon' fight Golliath

Keep it movin' through the shootin' I'm Michael Myers

Better check your tires

North Vagabond, Winters coming

So my engine runnin'

NOBVLL on the wire fuckin up the function

Came broke to this city F.O.B. in me won't stop at nothing

[Pre-Chorus]

We came to fuck it up

Turn up and then live it up

Ice cold

Im ice cold

I feel the rush

Now baby just give it up

I been out of touch with my soul

With my soul

Waking to

[Chorus] x 2

Get close

To get dough

To get mo'

Licensed to be like this

I'm licensed to be like this

[Verse 2]

Numero Uno

I'ma get a Juno

Hair game so vicious bitches call me Justin Trudeau

Rappers be like Bruno

You ain't rapping it right

Y'all imagine giving handies when you grabbing the mic?

Fuck P's Q's, I see through deceitful fool

Fuck acting polite

Gotta' capitalize on every mistake you make

Another step for me to take, selfish with my aim

Man I came then I saw, so I called alll my dawgs

Then we barked at you all, so y'all ran to the stall

Then we fuckin conquered

"Incompetent " that what they call me?

Why ain't you talking all that Steven Hawking?

Pardon me, it's the world we live in

You believe me when I'm ignorant so fuck it

No apologies!

Got me thinking that I'm dead son

I ain't with that pill poppin but I'm swallowing the red one

With the red rum then my head spun...no U-turns

So I point a hand gun to my damn skull

Now we let the led run may yo' ass catch up

Everyday it's beef; we eat if you let us

Want all of it

Pray that we don't suffer

But please don't let the booty be your last supper