Feel Things - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Real things

I done been through some real pain

We ain't sippin' no Stilpane

What I'm smokin'? Shit still pain

I get high, I don't feel things

She wan' fuck 'cause I'm real deal

That bitch don't know my real name

What I'm totin' is real steel

What I'm droppin'? Like real drank

We got a stick like it's Kill Bill

We make sure they gon' feel pain

All this codeine, I can't feel shit

Shit ain't real, let the seal in

We be on top of the building

What the fuck is a ceiling?

[Verse]

Mood, mood

You cannot fuck up my mood

Lil' bitch, I already know about you

You a lil' thot and it's cool

But I wan' fuck her friend too

Racks comin' in, just make sure that they blue

I'ma make surе that they blue, blue

I'm so high, bitch, I can't see

Patеk Philippe and that shit is antique

Vetements, CC, the Ricky, LV

She wan' be my lil' bae, I'm like, "Baby, let's see"

I'm like, "Is you gon' ride when this shit gettin' deep?"

I'm like, "Is you gon' ride when this shit gettin' real?"

With my bats, with my robbers, this shit like a fleet

All these numbers and shit, had enough of this

Hunnids and shit, had enough of this

All that pain we put in not enough to this

Tell 'em, "Look at these numbers, we uppin' it"

I know these niggas mad that they stuck with it

All these racks, I'm like, fuck it, we uppin' it

Uppin' it