Devastation - Intellectual

[Intro]

Crucify me

Renegade, Renegade

It ain't what you do, it's how you do it

You ain't sayin' nothin', money, I speak fluent

I'ma sell it like a pump-fake on a jump shot

Chain lookin' like a Golden State from the parkin' lot

I got Swiss money, Kasseem Dean

Then I'm comin' to America, Prince Hakeem

I summons you to the royal suite

With bad bitches feeding you grapes and rubbing your feet

They say they saw you up top gettin' revenue

Chain swingin' niggas don't know what Infa Red'll do

Old bearer bonds, pop my collar like The Fonz

Tomahawk steak, crab cake and the prawns

We eatin' over here, what you doin' over there?

Hurricane Harvey, we just flooded over there

Picked up the money then jumped in the Lear

On my Mike Tyson shit, I might bite off your ear

You wanna talk it out, I'm guessin' adult matters

And we can chop it up like some axes and jackhammers

First taste of power, we knew what the game had us

Like the first piece of pussy we ever got on a mattress

Camera rollin' and started, you better watch me

A hundred Yukons and my own Luca Brasi

And they worse than them Nazis was

Got my finger on the button, try to stop the buzz

I'm the fog like the angel of death who came with them locusts

Murder One, Queens shit, focus

Y'all don't notice, then the hunger that drove us

Like Bubba in a stock car, lapped his own diss

And you don't really wanna bring out the old us, the soldiers

Niggas that danced in pits filled with cobras

Pass fresh mags, slap, lock, reload us

Aim at everybody, bonus

Yeah, yeah