Not Offical - Intellectual

[ Chorus: Kidd Fla$H ]

Gotta keep yo head up cuz they might get you

(They might get you)

Who you rocking wit they not official

(they not official)

You ain’t savage

Just because you tote a pistol (x2)

I gotta keep it a hunnit these bitches trippin I don’t understand it

You ain’t speaking my language new wraith new lane shit

You don’t feel my pain (nah) I’m gassed up propane kit

Young nigga stay fly (ya) I see the hate in they eyes (ya)

These niggas snakes in disguise I can tell that that shit is a lie

Either get right or get left them hollows gone go thru ya vest

Tell me baby what you on why you playing I’m just tryna tour the world fly you out to japan what you saying I’m the man

Say she only freaky when she pop a xan now she do it with no hands

I’m counting this money I don’t understand how a boy can be a man

Ima do what I’m meant to do it ain’t the same when I’m kissing you

I don’t know what’s got into you

So tell me baby what you been on when I was gone

All them times I did you right and you gone do me wrong (ya)

I was all along so I started writing songs

I ain't with no conversation just patiently waiting for my time

Gotta get this money gotta grind

The world gone throw you shade

What you gone do to make it shine

I got the pack and delivered it

My killas they feed off the innocent

I ain't got time for no snitching shit so I do my dirt by my lonely

These niggas gone claim they homie

But they ain't got shit for you tell your friend she can kick it to

Make room cuz we coming thru

Shooter shooter shooter on the roof

(shots fired if he make a move)