Traits - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Blame Swagg for this motherfucker)

(Juice me up, OJ)

(Young Swirv)

I wake up every day, run a couple laps and lift some weights

My girl asked me, "Bae, how do you deal with all the hate?"

I'm gon' load these rentals up and take these bags to different states

All my niggas rich as hell, we snack on kale and Wagyu steaks

I'ma teach my son to shoot out in the country when he eight

He gon' be a monster just like me, he already showin' traits

All my bitchеs get Chanel and they don't ask, I just buy it

If my niggas sеnse a threat, they don't ask me, they just slide

On the way to see my bruh, he stay out in OKC

My military plug just pulled up on me with an RPG

Heard they killin' rappers, so I bulletproofed my SUV

Only thing I'm givin' is jobs 'cause if it's free, it make you weak

I run twelve miles every day, tryna boost up my endurance

I catch plays back to back, you know them bitches run concurrent

Yeah, she just like Angela Yee, she use her lips and give me service

My New York hitters'll come and twirl you, then hit the block and go get sturdy

I got ice like Johnny Dang, but this ice came from Ali

I got sharks all on my ring, tryna rob, you dead, capisce?

The loudest one in the room the brokest, he the one who got the least

They don't know a nigga story, shootout and murders, that shit deep