Cakewalk - Intellectual

[Intro: B Dot]

[Verse 1: B Dot]

Look, you niggas ain't fucking with the squad though (No)

I put that on my mom, bro

When it come to writing rhymes every line's intertwined and designed with the God flow (Yeah)

Don't get hit with a bomb, though

I couldn't miss a shot with my eyes closed

I'm good with the point like Rondo and get hit with a two-piece, that's a combo (Boom)

Nigga, all my homies from the bottom

Guns and drugs they really got 'em (Yeah)

See the opps and they spot 'em

Best believe they probably shot 'em

Oh my God, this is a problem (Yeah)

Oh my Lord this is an issue

Hand my grandmama some tissue

She say, "No weapon that is formed against you"

I say "Grandmama, Jesus allowed the hood to have pistols" (True story)

So, I'm switching up the flow 'cause I can

To let you niggas know I'm the man

You don't understand what the cocaine epidemic did to my fam

When you take the lid off a can after you done heated it

And beated it and mistreated it

And best believe anything that you see in it to degrees'll be damned (God damn)

Damaged goods so understand the hood next time you try to critique who I am

I'm tap-dancing on the beat so anything that I think I'ma make sure bleeds through the pen

Get a scope, come see through my lens

I'm yelling out free all my friends (Yeah)

And making sure they never go again (Yeah, yeah)

I'ma speak the truth to the end

And fuck whoever that we gon' offend, LSC

[Chorus: Illmac]

Real make moves while the fake watch

No Snapchat when they face swap

Hit the plug up, make him weight-watch

Getting to the bag, that's a cakewalk

Got a crib in the Valley where it stays hot, trust me

Been a few months since a raindrop touched me

Real make moves while the fake watch

Getting to the bag, that's a, that's a cakewalk

[Verse 2: Illmac]

It's fuck 12 I got the case dropped

My homie PC did two-and-a-half years state prop'

Just for selling trees, now dispensaries on the same block, damn

Shit don't stop like the drug war

Every other block got a drug store, ain't a uproar

The Walking Dead, the whole city a slum

While they running they mouth I got a bidness to run

Now they twiddling thumbs, fixin' their tongue

To put a limit on how big we become, like it's a million to one

Told 'em, "Bitch, I'm the one"

They said, "Over my dead body", consider it done

Killer been on the run, rep the city I'm from

This is capital punishment, that isn't a pun

Heart frigid, I'm numb

Only rubber I use is the grip on the gun 'cause it kick like a drum

Spending militant funds

Civilians with guns, I'm the vigilant one

Vigilante with a pistol being civil to none

Throw shade, I extinguish the sun, I'm as lit as they come

Got 'em like, "Ooh-wee, ooh-shit"

Hopping out two seats, new tints

They be like, "Who's he? New drip"

I be like, "New me, who's this?" What we talking?

[Chorus: Illmac]

Real make moves while the fake watch

No Snapchat when they face swap

Hit the plug up, make him weight-watch

Getting to the bag, that's a cakewalk

Got a crib in the Valley where it stays hot, trust me

Been a few months since a raindrop touched me

Real make moves while the fake watch

Getting to the bag, that's a, that's a cakewalk

[Bridge: Illmac & B. Dot]

Real make moves while the fake watch

I'ma speak the truth to the end

Getting to the bag, that's a cakewalk

Oh my God, this is a problem

Real make moves while the fake watch

All my homies from the bottom

Guns and drugs they really got 'em

Getting to the bag, that's a, that's a cakewalk

[Outro: B. Dot]

I'ma speak the truth to the end

I'ma speak the truth—

I'ma speak the truth to the end

I'ma speak the truth—