Gum Wrapper - Intellectual

[MAC! hahaha]

(It’s Mac, bitch.. Tell somebody!)

I done rolled a doobie in a gum wrapper

Was writing poems way before I was a gun clacker

When shit is slowing I don’t trip just gotta’ run faster

My lil homie don’t do promo he dumb rapper

My big homie say I’m hard, but I don’t post enough

I know he on me ‘cause he smart heating my toaster oven

Know I’mma pop and when I do bitch boy the jokes is up

Man, Fuck these niggas.. make ‘em work I took my notes from puff

Gotta’ bitch that’s out of town told me be faithful

Know she fake when I’m not round but keep it graceful

Loved that nigga whole heart, why he so hateful?

Let him hold my personality, so ungrateful

My homie crashing out ‘bout a ho’ I told him chill

She new on Twitter, Elon came she made a Spill

He sweet as glitter, pressure came he made a kill

With all this acting how we know which niggas real?

With all this moving how I’m ever gonna heal?

But I keep going, case some niggas on my heels

Waiting on her to break it off so I don’t break her heart

Might come off hard, but feeling soft kept me from moving smart