POSE - Intellectual

[Part I]

I'm a grown-ass man, I ain't beefing with kids

She a grown-ass woman, she still on my dick

I don't care 'bout reactions, I want it, I get

I see 12, I get low, I'ma jump me a fence

And on bro, I'm just playing, I ain't running from shit

On my stick I get low, 'cause that blam in my denim

I was down bad as fuck, I ain't never had shit

Fast forward five years, I dropped shit on they rip

Call up Jus, baby-runner, he'll get in your whip

He ran into the— made 'em pose for the pic

Trying to get over on me, boy, you slow as a bitch

Got my hands on the Gen, now I want me a switch

(Got my hands on the Gen, I just need me a what?)

Boy ride 'round with a Drac', boy, you need you a Glock (Baow, baow)

Niggas love the net beef 'til they caught

Jeans sag 'causе my pockets full of knots

A real roadrunner, nigga, I can't stop

Bro don't usе his hands and he think out the box

He got hit by that shit, that shit left him in shock

He got hit in his chest, in his neck, and his top

Nigga, say the wrong thing and that door getting popped

Baow

Please don't say the wrong thing, I'ma tweak

How you broke as a bitch and you worried 'bout me?

Hit VA, I go back to the B (Go back to the B)

In the back of the black Trackhawk, not a Jeep

Bro too throwed off, he be dropping the ski

Bro throwed off, let's not talk about me

Bro fourteen and he still workin' that P

(Bro fourteen workin' that—)

I think I'm in love with the lean

I walk in that bitch, I got Alo my hoodie and Jun Takahashi my jeans

She like, "killjae-K, you so mean"

I say, "Bitch, what the fuck? I don't know what you mean"

They thinking they know me, it ain't what it seems

He got cut by the Drac', boy, I'm clutching elite

Real roadrunner