No Option - Intellectual

[Intro]

I had to boss up, no option

My niggas juggin' and robbin'

My niggas be totin' the rocket

All of these niggas got problems

All of my niggas got problems

All of my niggas keep straps

Huh, huh, yeah

[Chorus]

Caught that boy lackin', we caught in him traffic

Them bullets hit his skin, wrap him in plastic

All my niggas, all my niggas 'bout that action

This nigga kept talkin', got stretched, elastic

My bitch natural, ain't no fake shit

Fake ass, fake tits, bitch, you basic

I'ma fuck her with my mask on, bitch, I'm Jason

On the road to them riches, nigga, I'm a dream chaser

Henny out the bottle, nigga, I don't need a chaser

Put fifty grams in the wood, I'ma face it

Can't tell you what day it is, I've been geekin' on the daily

All these drugs they've been killing me, I don't think that I'ma make it, huh

You're like Jason Kidd, huh

Your money funny, Waynе Brady, yeah

You know these fakеs can't fake me

You know these fakes they jakes

[Verse]

Up in the club, poppin' a Perc, I can't think

Poppin' a Perc, I can't see

Drinkin' this lean, I'ma float

Like I'ma float in the middle of the sea

None of you niggas can compete

My niggas work overtime for the green

Told my slime to come and get this nigga

Put a couple bullets in his fuckin' spine

That boy got caught talkin' shit online

Now his mama cryin', now his mama cryin'

Lil' niggas should've minded his business

Should've stayed in school, now the nigga died

Nigga talked down then we all slide

Nigga got mob ties, mob ties

'Cause if you gon' all ride, we all ride

If you niggas gon' slide, you gon' die