Private Session - Intellectual

[Intro]

(800kay got them beats, coach)

I got racks inside the whip, I got—

(Welcome to First Class)

Racks inside of my—

Standing on top of the moon, holding these racks inside of my whip

I'm getting that check on the road and I get high as a nigga can get, oh

Look in they face, I got them pissed, got these niggas sick

She bad, but she don't qualify 'cause she ain't tryna get rich, oh

I'm on a money mission, I ain't coming home

'Long as I got my Percocets, I am not alone

'Long as I got my drugs and mic', I ain't living wrong

I got everything that I earned, right now, I'm just waiting my turn

Baby, this a private room, this a private session

My youngins known to grab they tool, I know they love thеy weapon

I can't e'en do no strеss at all

DND, ain't tryna talk

This bitch pressure when she walk, this bitch bad as hell, yeah

I answer all of them calls for all of my dawgs behind them walls

I don't know what these niggas been thinking

They think they gon snake me, don't know what I'm on

This bitch want me every night, to fuck her to my song, aye

I done got too high, then I got stars all in my—