Solstice - Intellectual

[Intro:]

(Y'all are now tuning into my nigga Artist, fuck nigga)

234 members getting shot in the head

They come to me alive, they ain't leaving 'cause they dead

Watch where you step, boy, watch where you tread

I love Nutella, I love that lil' hazelnut spread

I love how they mix the hazelnut with the chocolate

Man down, your homie, he was just outlined in chalk, bitch

They told me get a life, so I went to Reeses and stole his

I bet we get another hundred bodies 'fore the solstice

Before daylight savings

He's already dead, bitch, it ain't no saving

Acting like a fool, like his first name Peyton

Waiting for the check, he got bullets as a payment

Stupid ass standing outside

Why he think that nobody gon' come and walk by?

Why he think he ain't gon' get hit by the 9?

Why he think today ain't gonna be the day he dies?

Thinking he invincible

But he just a ghost now, he invisible

We'll send him down to hell with a ritual

He ain't seen a gun before, give him a visual