I Got - Intellectual

I Got lyrics

(Verse 1)

I got shooters

Them looters

Them bad bitches from hooters

Them gang bangers that know they way around a fucking ruger

Ferraris and Mercedes’ from my motherfucking boosters

But I ain’t saying no names because my homies loyal troopers

So I got myself some burner phones

Lawyers for that dial tone

If they call for jury then my homies know that we be on

I ain’t guilty

Did no wrong

Show some tears but keep it strong

Crocodile tears

Let’s keep this short and keep the money long

Got places to bе

Got some things to do

Like this bad bitch I’m tryna to meet up with in Malibu

I don’t want no fucking drama

And want zero issuеs

Only thing I really wanna do is get inside of you

Damn

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I got I got I got I got everything

From rags to riches

My nigga I’m a fucking king

Opposition pocket watching how I’m doing things

I’m just telling these niggas that I just got it made

I copped me a Rari and got a private plane

Copped me a Rollie and got some diamond rings

Don’t you get it my nigga

I am self made

No matter what I want

I’ll get everything

(Verse 2)

And that’s the fucking truth

Embedded in my roots

I gotta show these fucking haters how I fucking move

Got that glow up from the floor up to the diamond roof

See this house

I wanted it

And got it same day too

Shit is crazy

Life is wavy

Got me moving hazy

Always gotta keep the hustle going on the daily

So when I speak my name

You know it like slim shady

So when I’m finally popping

I gotta take off the safety

So I’m a treat this like Oprah

I got a lot for you

Extended clips

Middle fingers

Whole lot of fuck yous

Everybody who wasn’t rocking with me

You get the boot

The homies who were there from the jump

Just know I got you

This is how the demon be rolling with all his heathens

Shit is like a show and I got me a couple seasons

Award winning

Grammy nominated

Oscar worthy

Taking home the gold

I just got that feelin

I'm the goddamn goat

Yeah it's like that nigga

Got to take the muzzle off so I can bite back nigga

Never walked

Always ran

Got the mic in my hand

And I hear the beat drop

I'm on the right track nigga

Feelin blessed

And no

I ain't got no cold

Just got the game on lock

And I'm not that old

Turning into Midas

Everything I touch turns gold

I put the world up on its head when my bars unfold

I just got it made

My life is gone be a movie it’s all the rage

Or a biography

So let’s flip the page

Never ask for money cause I’m getting paid

Polish my uzis and sharpening my blades

I got it made

Fucking with me

That’s just a big mistake

Big mistake

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