We Them Ones - Intellectual

[Intro: Lil Bean]

(Adeyemi)

Told brother, keep your head up nigga, we gon', keep strivin'

Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]

Just a year ago I was scammin', yeah

Got my bank account really doin' damage

They like Diesel in the paint, keep slammin' (Yeah)

In LA with the slam, nigga we the [?] (On my momma)

Just 'cause you seen him fall don't mean you done, keep fannin' (Yeah)

Bitch be hella bad, breath stand, heat draggin' (Woo)

Back in middle school, bro was totin' on the campus

Gun bigger than him, lettin' sucka niggas have it (Yeah)

I feel like a band, put a dollar on these ones

Yeah, can't go wrong with these ones

I just told bro, "Fuck the critics, have fun"

No matter how hot, shit that rain, it's gone come (Nigga)

Bro just bought a Jag', counted out, you niggas late

Yeah, now he slidin' in speed

Keep [?] whips, shoutout Glizz and lil Keez

CIP Nip, I'm on a song with [?] supreme (Yeah yeah)

Old niggas mad they out of style, they outdated

I know they can't stand to see me win, niggas hate it

On IG you ain't 'posed to show your whip, they gon' paint it

You can't even pull up to my crib, bitch it's gated

[Chorus: Lil Bean]

Rap shit gettin' serious, we still do this shit for fun

Yeah, on my momma this shit fun, huh

We don't even stress, lil nigga, we them ones

Labels talkin' bags, we gon' take it how it come

And I still do this for my niggas from the dump

Yeah I got it on me, still ready for the thump

All the shit I did, I feel like it ain't enough

I don't even know you, it's some shit I can't discuss

[Verse 2: Keez]

Aye, these niggas speakin' on my name like I ain't ran him down

Like I ain't put [?] bullets tryna break it down

Get your brother gone, see how well them niggas take it now (Haha)

He think it's funny, slidin' through, we finna chase him down

Aye pay attention, that's the old niggas got smacked about

You ain't get the info, shit you stupid, better ask around

Brodie hella stupid, like to walk around with extra rounds

Did my dirt 2015, them niggas steppin' now

Aye, I'm from a place where niggas say that we ain't gang wise

You bangin' on the low, that's kinda hoe, just know I bang mine

Bound to get your stupid ass hit, you try to take sides

Start showin' niggas love, once I seen them niggas hate die

Comin' for them factors when I'm comin', catch me stompin' through

Dude is a pussy, after school, outside was punkin' dude

Known to get on any sucka nigga that I run into

Niggas say they ballin', you just talkin', show your funds or proof

[Verse 3: WhiteChalk BodyBag]

Aye, look, look, we ain't stressin' (We ain't stressin')

Drop thirty and 1, he checkin' ([?])

[?], brother say it, keep steppin'

Been through the rain, now my niggas keep blessings

Aye, yeah, keep weapons

You could die young, nigga, go and see reverend

We can't do the club, 'cause my lil bro reckless

I just did 48 months out in Texas (West Texas)

A demon, niggas need me for protection

Been across the country, still do it for my section

Knife in every ride, tryna carve him out a necklace

Made it home safe, so a nigga well respected

Stay out, lately I been tryna find a way out

Stuck up in the trenches, stay away, but I can't stay out

If it's about a bag, fuck it, let me see the layout

A hundred K or better, I'mma leave a nigga played out