fried - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Now I know we fried, Is you my ride or die?

Can I be your guy? Is you tryna fuck, get high?

Sometimes we ain’t eye to eye to eye, but I never wanna see you cry

And it’s hurting so much I could die, lil’ baby I love the way you ride

Givenchy jacket, and the sheets on satin

Money in my jeans, I’m saggin’

Money in my jeans, aw yeah, uh

Money coming so I ain’t sad, uh

I don’t even talk to my dad, uh

Ex miss me, too bad, I been geeked off percocets

-cets

X, uh

I’m on-, I’m on X

Mm, mm, let’s have sex

Like King Spider, big Drac’ hit you in the back

Now my feet up, smokin’ on your pack

Slid through yo' hood, tell your brother get back

If I catch a mole then the nigga get wacked

This the life we live like Project Pat

Now I know we fried, Is you my ride or die?

Can I be your guy? Is you tryna fuck, get high?

Sometimes we ain’t eye to eye to eye, but I never wanna see you cry

And it’s hurting so much I could die, lil’ baby I love the way you ride