Bow Down No Mo’ - Intellectual

[Hook: No Malice]

Bowing down to riches, bow down no mo'

Tricking on these misses, bow down no mo'

All these dudes is snitches, bow down no mo'

I'm on top my business, bow down no mo'

Bow down no mo', bow down no mo'

God bless the child, that God is on

I don’t look to mama, her baby grown

We would ship em' in then we get em' gone

You could smell it on me, like a cheap cologne

He pardoned my wrongs, that’s what the father said

It’s like I had no soul, I was the walking dead

Had to get ahead, ain’t got time to sympathize

I was selling that rock, and if he dies, he dies

So cold blooded but flooded was the bezzle

I was praising god but living like a failure

How could I meddle, all them years I peddled crack

I did it the best, how can I call the kettle black

Big and bad, out here acting like nuttin' phase me

If Tony is arraigned I would cry like a baby

Look at his baby, snot with the ugly face

Listening to some jurors, singing bailiff come take him away

Those were the days, I remember them well

At the Mariott, laying up with Jezebel

Don’t kiss and tell, this could be our little secret

Telling me she loved me and I believed it

Looking back, oh what a fool I was

Different chick every night, like it was humorous

It fueled my lust but now I hang my head in shame

They got the nerve to ask, did they really hustle caine

Yes indeed, them chickens really flew the coop

Crack the gong with them birds, cock a doodle doo

Them other dudes on the mic, ain't telling you the truth

That’s why I been sick of rap, chicken noodle soup

New recruits better salute, papa don’t play

They got me taking off my belt and hear Sa Da Tay

What'd I say? Fix ya' face and pull up ya' bridges

Save the riddens, one half of the Clipse, no more collisions