Puppet Master - Intellectual

Hating on me must feel like hell

Talking all that shit, Imma wish you well

I been doing me, yeah, I do it so well

And I don't give a fuck, if you cannot tell

Bag full of magic, tongue full of fire

I get this bitch jumping, livewire

She wanna get high, I get her higher

She wanna act nice, I spot out a liar

I don't trust these hoes, 'cause these hoes fake

I kick out a hoe, make a hoe quake

I would never listen what a hoe say

Yo bitch said she love me, I said hoe 'kay

I'm the master, they do what I ask too well

Never sought out the path to exploit the self

But I do too much, I never back down

If she talk all that, what the fuck she finna rap about?

You lose your mind when you realize my grind is too right

It's divine, I just tap into the light

I got magic, but you knew that, right?

Don't ask how I'm doing, bitch, I'm doing just fine

It's fantastic how she fit all that in there

Don't get drastic, I've learned to never tick and tell

They been yapping, what the fuck they been yapping 'bout

If you know me, you know I never fuck around

'Cause word get around

Don't fuck around

'Cause word get around

You do too much, I heard about you

I'm the puppet master