NO ID - Intellectual

Chorus:

Sitting in the back so it’s NO ID

I’ve been getting to the bag leavin NO ID

Black light on the beat so it’s NO ID

KNOWN BOY TOP NOTCH SO ITS No ID

Ima Murk your favorite rapper leave em no ID

Hood up can’t see me bitch no ID

Took your girl to the pad you got No ID (Idea)

KNOWN. Boy VIP you gotta show ID

Verse 1:

(Noor) Known boy you sell weed?

No OG

(Noor) Known hit me on the Gram!

NO IG

Tryna find a baby daddy baby not by me

You gonna need a damn boat without flows like these

Is the whole thing clear? Like coasts like seas

And the boy so pale can’t wear white tees

I can’t stay flat like the line on top of the T

I gotta rise up talking bout lines on the V

Still I don’t watch television bringing me down

Yet I’m crossing couple lines like I’m pressing the pound

Taking over the city I put the own in town

Known boy he’s too fly he’s gotta stick to the ground

If you wanna hear me rap You gotta pay my fee

10 toes on the ground when you utter defeat

It’s a Samurai suicide down on your knees

So ima say crazy shit for the M’s like these

When I have her in the crib she gon suck my dick

When I have her in the whip still gon suck my dick

You bum boy I send her back you gon kiss her lips

Rap is a hook line and sinker gon fish on this

I’m like bitch, you got the wrong impression I ain’t rich

I’m just tryna reach space with shit and get rings like Saturn

All you bitches fake you are actors

Bastards

Drink more holy water than the pastor