RELENTLESS - Intellectual

[Intro]

You are now entering a vibe

Yeah

Yeah, look

[Verse]

Five in the morning and I'm still up recording

Way I’m the road, man, I’m damn near touring

NY to MD then MD to back

D Line flow, I been chasing that sack

Old girl crazy, keep on blowing my line

New girl say she need a lil' more time

Wonder if she know that my life in this grind

Doubt it’s gon' work if she pressing that line

Shooters gon' blow if I tell em' boys slide

They gon' wet you up and leave you holy like you baptized

Met you once it’s doesn’t mean you know me, nigga don’t lie

Give a fuck if niggas hating on me, still I’m gon' grind

Baby I just did a hundred miles riding through a 50

Driving in a Hooptie, but I plotting on a Bentley

Get a lil' wild when I’m sipping on the Henny

I be with the shit, pray a nigga don’t tempt me

Really going in until I make it out, right now

Brodie trapping out the vacant house, all pounds

We ain’t looking for a safer route or lifestyle

Told em' "This the shit that we about", so pipe down

Baby I don’t just talk it, I live it

Time cost money it’s a fee for me to kick it

I could give a fuck about the niggas in the senate

They don’t give a fuck about my niggas in the trenches

They don’t give a fuck about these black kids dying

Why it ain’t no such thing as white on white crime

Like we the only race that be killing our kind

I be wondering if niggas even pay this shit mind

I be wondering if niggas my age even care

Less it’s bout the money or the bitches or the pair

Fuck it, if they want it, I can give it, I’m prepared

I can tell you stories 'bout the money in the air

I can tell you stories 'bout your girl throwing ass

Told me "You a busta", but for me, she make it clap

Niggas turning forty, still selling dime bags

How your stupid ass get trapped in your trap

Told em I ain’t never been sheep, I’m the goat

Crown on my head 'cause a nigga cutthroat

Niggas burn the bridge then ask you to send a boat

Bitch, you better learn how to swim or to float

Bitch, you better learn what it is, what it ain’t

I don’t give a fuck who you with, what you claim

I don’t give a fuck bout the gang that you bang

Bitch, I’m third world till they put me in the grave

3rd 3rd 3rd, 'til they put me in the ground

Fuck getting next, all my niggas want now

Made a little noise, now they copy my sound

Nigga flow dirty like the mud in H town

[Chorus]

Y'all talk it, I live it

I shoot with the ball, Scott Pippin

Only cooking dope in my kitchen

Get these niggas hooked when I whip it

I be bending blocks when I'm whippin'

2 AM, I'm out with my niggas

Nothing changed, my mind on my figures

For the fallen, pouring out liquor, nigga