No contempt - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Ignore that lil' feelin' in your gut, you know I treat you good

Yeah, ignore that lil' feelin' in your gut, you know I treat you good (Ayy, yeah)

Don't call me no dreamer, this a real bag

She a ten, I can't call her bitch 'cause I'm gon' feel bad

Young turnt nigga, old money, so I feel fast

She put that Celine on her waist, so she feel snatched

Thousand-dollar jeans, they distressed, so they feel thrashed (Yeah)

It's a nigga dreams gettin' pressed when that seal crack

And she put that lil' feelin' in your chest, nigga, heal that

Yeah, yeah, all my niggas sewed up (Yeah)

She want me to make it just to fuck me in that Rover (Ah)

I get so damn fly, this bitch just asked me for atonement

My niggas played about my mama thinkin' I condoned it

My fit K, different funds got me innovatin'

I need to smash this bitch so fuckin' bad, I'm irritated

And I get growin' pains, so I make guap to mitigate it (Yeah)

He ain't never seen no rain, he is not my imitator

Yeah, I done really made this shit from nothin', I'll show a nigga

She read all them self-help books, think she know a nigga

Every shot I made was full court, I been scorin' different

Every shot he take was from that wreck, he ain't got no attempts

You be beggin' for it, she tryna give me face with no contempt

If we say it's war, then it's up, we can't make no exempts

We can't have no goofies in the spot 'cause we exposed 'em

She grabbed me off my shoulder, left my jacket with a rose tint

Don't call me no dreamer, this a real bag

She a ten, I can't call her bitch 'cause I'm gon' feel bad

Young turnt nigga, old money, so I feel fast

Yeah, yep

Don't call me no dreamer, this a real bag

She a ten, I can't call her bitch 'cause I'm gon' feel bad

Young turnt nigga, old money, so I feel fast

She put that Celine on her waist, so she feel snatch

Thousand-dollar jeans, they distressed, so they feel thrashed (Yeah)

It's a nigga dreams gettin' pressed when that seal crack

She put that lil' feelin' in your chest, nigga, heal that

Yeah, yeah, all my niggas sewed up (Yeah)

She want me to make it just to fuck me in that Rover (Ah)

I get so damn fly, this bitch just asked me for atonement

My niggas played about my mama thinkin' I condoned it