Hurt the Worst - Intellectual

[Intro]

(That shit greasy)

I'm on half a Xan, a four of lean and a few Percs

Stuck thinking 'bout Red, can't lie, that shit hurt me the worst

Thinking 'bout Erin, can't lie, that shit hurt me the worst

Thinking 'bout [?], can't lie, that shit hurt me the worst

Thinking 'bout granddaddy, can't lie, that shit hurt me the worst

Thinking 'bout my grandmama, can't lie, that shit hurt me the worst

Sometimes, I don't understand why the fuck God put me on this Earth

One of the biggest out my city, diamonds water, look like I surf

'Fore she swallow, she like to gargle, hit from the back, fucked up my shirt

My great-grandma got demеntia, said I was special at my birth

Way to respect, that mеan in front my mama, you better not fucking curse

Sinning so bad, might have a heat stroke if I walk up in the church

He dropped a diss, his partner died over verse

Now ask yourself, "Damn, where I'ma have to put in on a hearse?"

Paying the pastor, and paying the house, to put that fuck nigga the dirt

At the mall, catching opps, putting pictures on a shirt

I was really clutching lil' Uzi in a vert

Left hand on the steering wheel, right hand under her skirt

Long as I got her now, I don't give a fuck who had her first

Lil' bitch know I'm a star, so on her face she let me burst

Every time shit go good, shit go bad, I'm starting to think I'm cursed

I got problems too, late nights behind the can, I guess shit could be worse

Oh, so much— uh

Lean fucking up my words, it's gon' be hard to speak

She don't even know my middle name, but claim that she in love with me