Sauce - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Kryple]

I had dreams I was gonna be the young Fresh Prince

Smoked weed and I haven't even touched the subject since

That's the life I know, it was eenie minie moe

Y'all be strugglin' to fit in like you're wearin' tiny clothes, oh!

I fight for what I believe in, I'm a crusader

I bring the drama to your door like a newspaper

Y'all nerdy under the cloth, you like the blue ranger

Boy my bitch bad as hell, that's a Tomb Raider

I done put in foot work like a shoe maker

And my weed always look purp, that's a true lace

Don't ask cause I don't do fakes

I'm just here to welcome y'all to my hood, guess I'm the cool neighbor

Kick the door down and now they stay freaked

They ain't want me bustin' in but my pullout game weak

Yeah I think I might just be the greatest

Cause I hit a home run without sliding through the bases

[Chorus: Kryple]

I'm the boss

Everyday I wing it so they say I got the sauce

I ain't talkin' bout teeth see the way I floss

Middle finger up, I don't care about the loss

This is what they cause

Homie I'm the boss

[Verse 2: Lil Windex & Kryple]

Man ever since I was a kid

Yeah I knew I was the shit

If somebody told me different then I'd lose it and I'd flip

And grab an uzi with a clip, a fuckin scooter then I'd get

You stupid addicts then I'd ride up by ya shootin at ya grip

(Man you're a fuckin' lunatic)

Like I ain't heard that before

"This guy looks like the crackhead version of Macklemore"

Man why these people getting mad, I think their asses sore

The crazy white boy in the hood, Micheal Rappaport!

A psychiatric ward was where I spent my younger days

Man growin' up in there was basically the hunger games

If there was trouble they knew that I was the one to blame

"He's got some chemical imbalance in his fuckin' brain!"

Yeah

Bitch, I'm a modern day weapon!

Most famous person from my city "Nah it's Carly Rae Jepsen"

Oh, shit, okay, but I'm tryna be number one