Buttons - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world going crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright

[Verse 1: Moe Tre]

I’m still a young man, My name is Maurice Trevon

If you don’t fuck with me, I just said fuck it

I’m thru wit’ fake shit, Let me handle my bizz

I went to school, my sis told me don’t share

A tear

My mother dead and gone, Especially my father

They died the same month, but different dates motherfucker

Excuse my language mama

You help me with my problems

I’m gonna work day and night, chasin’ for my dollas

I’m tryna get thru the days every other hour

I love my real peeps, especially my brothers

Young nigga from the same old state

I’m a Baltimore nigga get the fuck out my face

I hate a judgmental when they play with your character

Don’t let me catch you slippin up

This is America

I’m not Childish Gambino

These fakers some bitches

They don’t got nothin’ to do with themselves

They turn to haters

Fuck what people say, I’m about my paper

Deuces to them hoes, see y’all later alligators

I gotta keep it goin’ like a cheetah finna run

My homies be like run Moe run

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Moe Tre]

I’m ‘bout da go rampage, these bitches too playful

They look pretty in a photo, but most of them not beautiful

Certain bitches are some hoes, they dress up like one

I’m careful with them broads ‘cause they be incest

I see why your stomach hurt and ya pussy still wet

My ex’s say they love me, I will never trust that

Moe Tre go hard in da paint

I’m about my business, I’m already on my thang

My nuts hang in my pants, I’m so insane

Da cross is my silver chain, touch it

I will bust ya brain

I waited so long just start my rap shit

Now all of sudden I’m just practicin’

My trap shit

I’m not playin’ with y’all, but y’all take me as a joke

There’s no love in the game, In this life

There’s no hope

If you hearin’ what I’m sayin’, then you better hear me good

Park Heights where I came from

That was the real hood