Sistine - Intellectual

[Verse]

Houses with the gold lamps and couple blue paintings

The green plastered in the white cake

The bridesmaid is out of shape

And that girl eyeing you- is that jailbait?

So go get him, tiger

Just watch out for them pigs on the other side

And watch out for your mans, I don't think he's down to ride

But our companionship is a beautiful sight

Not in lust, but like a soldier returning home to his wife

So you can't backstab with that butter knife

And just because you can ride a bike with no handlebars

Doesn't mean that you can handle bars

No horsepower, I dismantle cars

So no hydroplane

No slide in my lane

Cause the pain don't change, man

Ayo Brandon, how my flow sound?

Ayo Sanders, am I profound?

So glad about this young black pro that you found

And I don't like similes

But you like a mini-me, literally

Mr. Me Too, trying to do what I do

See, I put tears in the craft

I put peers in the raft

To get here, You gotta put some odd years in the math

But instead, we throw your ideas in the trash (Kobe!)

I'm money from the high key, low key

Talk is cheap, homie, show me

If you think I'm all about the lyrics then I don't think you know me

My potential like the Sistine

Untouchable ceilings So watch me over feelings