Back On It - Intellectual

[Refrain]

I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player

And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later

I been smokin' all day, homie, name your flavor

Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny ‘cause I'm making paper

[Verse 1:]

Shit, I'm grinding, but I ain't a skater

Flyer than an aviator

Wash my hands and dry 'em, spend a day of labor

I ain't a baker, but tell 'em I want my cake in layers

Catch me walking on water, but I ain't your savior

I got that wet on me; call me T. Boone Pickens

He drilled for water, when he find it that's what we do spittin'

(What you mean?)

What I mean is what you need you get it

Stuffing profit in they pocket; that's how we use rhythm

Webroot system, ain't no stolen, got a renewed engine

Unless you bitches paying me

Don't worry 'bout what we do pimpin'

Needle dicks acting like some preschool children

Got 'em fiendin', feed 'em

Now they OD'ing off me like how the needle did 'em

I don't ball, right? What you mean you trippin'?

And what you call life, I call that thing you livin'

Swear to God, once I started you can see you finished

Power to California governor with T2's image

Swear to God when Arnold was catching bodies on the screen

2Pac was dropping knowledge on the scene

That's not Poetic Justice, but what is is him shooting two cops

Should've bodied them, topple the machine!

We on citizens watch

For every unarmed civilian killed we taking two innocent cops

Fight the rules of politicians that fight to rule. They won't listen till we snatch their kids from their private schools

[Refrain]

I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player

And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later

[I been smokin' all day, homie, name your flavor

Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny ‘cause I'm making paper

[Hook – 4x]

I'm off that bullshit

Fuck it, now I'm back on it

[Verse 2]

They tapped my celly, ditched the phones

Glass of Henny, sippin' slow

Fuck 'em all! Clap a fed and dig a hole to fit his bones

Napa valley vintage flow with Machiavelli principles

You can't protect me from not having any, get your own!

If I'm fronting to you bring it back, the give-and-go

Stockton pass, off the back, that's my kid Malone

Ain't no middle man, we get it where this shit is grown

Swear we been here so long, we should visit home

My connect gives it low, now I'm in my zone

I'm like him, when I spit I'm taking limbs from clones

More like Walt White, fuck Walt Disney!

Think it's all hype? I'll assault Mickey

Stomp Minnie, run up on y'all kiddies

Slip 'em all mickeys, feed 'em malt liquor, yeah, all Mickeys

Told my mom I make enough to build a small city

Promise before they take me out I'll take 'em all with me

[Refrain]

I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player

And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later

[I been smokin' all day, homie, name your flavor

Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny ‘cause I'm making paper

[Hook - 4x]

I'm off that bullshit

Fuck it, now I'm back on it