Givenchy - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Lil Freaky]

Geeked out my mind, might fall asleep

Most of my time, sit back and roll weed

Stuck in the streets, come help me please

You ain't never ever seen a Drako in my sleve

When I need it, you sold them to me

Can't never leave, my soul in these streets

Lil homie, won't sell for the cheap

Comin through three, like a Tonka truck jeap

Got a white gun, in my Givenchy sleve

Hittin it sideways in my all white sheets

Hit a lick then get back to the streets

Big homie lost like a bean in the streets

You say drip, but I never seen you leak

See a nigga lean in the bleachers

Young nigga tear up the streets

Come through, we creepin like creatures

Givenchy my teath, Givenchy my sleves

Givenchy cover my knees

Bitch, I'm a dog like Beethoven

Hundred round drum, don't say no

30 round drum, take notes

No lil bitch gon say no

Get on the Purp, then lay low

I just poured up a 4 of Purp up in my GCB

Fresh as hell, popped some Perkasits, Givenchy

And these streets could never mislead

Asked me for a cheque, I told her "bitch, please"

And they dead wrong

I seen it in the trentches, they took that nigga head off

My homie died, my mama told me keep my head strong

And I had to drip, play Freaky in my headphones

Rather be dead than box in the cage, mama didn't even have minemom wage

Kill or be killed, I was livin that stage

I'm like Eazy E, minous the age

Mention me, then you die in a day

My Givenchy swag, oh oh