Raise Hell - Intellectual

[Chorus: KEY!]

Before I go to heaven, man, I gotta raise hell

Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12

Hey, before I go to heaven, man, I gotta raise hell

Hey, niggas thinkin' they slick, but they got me fucked up

Ay, man, I got polls, like a fuckin' Mac truck

Hey, You don't want this fuckin' nigga to pull up with the Mac up

Huh, bow, bow, bow, huh, fuckin' back up

Huh, no, I ain't complainin', really just sayin'

Let's bring it into the light, niggas ain't livin' right

Ay, I be gettin' money, I thought you niggas would be proud

I'm fuckin on your bitch, I heard you was runnin' your mouth

Nah, bruh, man, you wouldn't even understand, bruh

But if you really mad, bruh, hey, we can throw them hands up

Too much money, to be playin' with these lil boys

Huh, these is big tools, huh, not no Tonka trucks

Shootin' out of foreign cars, huh, sparks fly

Just like 4th July, this is not a lie

You got out of line, and we so outta pocket

And all that ball cappin', boy, you out of style

Before I go to heaven, man, I gotta raise hell

Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12

Hey, before I go to heaven, man, I gotta raise hell

I think I'm the man, bitch, pull up in that fast shit

She know I'm a savage, that why she let me smash it

All about my cash, bitch

Got expensive habits

I'm not with the bagage

I just want the bag, bitch

Fucked them cause they all lame, took them to the ball game

Got you out of style, and you mad cause you in Balmain

I pull up, you a lame, you makin' false claims

My chopper like war, man

I swear we got it all, man

Fuck all of these niggas, and fuck all of these bitches

You tryna get me, I'm just grindin' with my Glizzys

Ridin around the city, and I ain't doin no snitchin'

I come back for a visit, and I know my bitch goin' miss me

Before I go to heaven, man, I gotta raise hell

Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12

Hey, before I go to heaven, man, I gotta raise hell