Ranting Stuff - Intellectual

[Verse: Trapo]

Black bastard, torture a mumble rapper

What you finna teach I ain't mastered, don't get it backwards

Gettin' harder, it's scripted, I see the actress

Trap been harder, these niggas is not rappin'

I been focused on banding up and ranting stuff

Making sure my shit sound like a Grammy when I say it's done

Ford 4 Door on the way, I used to take the bus

Four more tapes on the way, a nigga warming up

Yeah, ho you gon' like my style

Why they gon' bite my taste

They gon' museum my sound

I got the blackest touch in front of the whitest crowds

Can't wait to run this shit, live in a white man's house, right

Been focused on banding up and ranting stuff

Could care less 'bout some shitty album or the guns you tuck

Truth is if I drop a shitty album I'm gon' make it up

I don't really trip about the outcome 'cause this shit is fun

Picture this, little nigga, little funds

Reach out to a manager, he figure he can get 'em paid

Rappin' 'bout the shade, niggas need a break

Niggas need a raise so he dropped it and they fuck with it

Stuck with it, stuck with it

I'm stuck with it now nigga

Smoking them pounds quicker than kicking my vowels

Can't hang around with the foul niggas

Don't, wanna hang around with the foul niggas

Can't, hang around with the foul children, no

Oh well, she mad at me

A break from me, me

Nope now she mad at me

Away from me, you said

You wasn't workin' late

Still lying to me

All I want is you, you, you, you

Young girl, you a young girl into something

Boredom lead to something, don't it

All the time turn you over, tossin' turnin', don't it

Lead to something, don't it

All the time

Hey miss

You never been to LA, wanna play, this is no vacation

Work, so I can let you come to my place

And I'll wait, and I'll wait