Billy - Intellectual

[Part I]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, na-na-na, yeah

I ain't really fuckin' with the winter

Cause when I leave it's really dark

Lookin' at the hands of a sinner, it's been the scene from the start

They told me that your mans was a winner, they been feeding you the starch

Playing for the gas it was cold by the spark

Waiting for his ass to get old and depart

I been turning trash into gold and it's doubt in the heart

I been feeling cold

On this road so alone

So I go, put my eyes on the gold

Them niggas had stolen your hope and I know

Just pray you don't fold, yeah

I spent some days in that room

[?] I wait for the moon

I don't want you to stress

I'm [?] you soon, please do not wait for me dude

Stayed in the room, my face full of doom

I'm shaking the room, my face full of doom

My face full of doom

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Yeah, mm, bumdundata, yeah, yeah

I swear Tjay that's my nigga, shoutout Daedae man he pickup

He be crazy off the liquor

Derrick finna hit a lick, I been cooking so much work

Man I'm finna hurt my wrists, Jodi know he with the shits

My son Mason, he legit, that boy Darell he so lit

I can't wait for him to blitz

Why these niggas on my dick?

You with my clique or you a dish

Yeah my niggas out here lit

Niggas don't want it

Niggas know I'm it

Niggas don't want it

Na, na, na, na, and I get this, aye--haha