Unknown - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Heard them lil' threats you sent, they don't mean shit

I'm in the trap on some green shit

Got my unc' on the stove with a mean wrist

Got a bitch in my bed on some freak shit

Come and take your lil' pack on some free shit

Had to pray for a check, on my knees shit

All this jewelry on me, I can freeze shit

Ain't no "I" in team, we on some "we" shit

Did this shit on my own, I don't need help

Got the strap on my lap like a seatbelt

Secret service cars, I know how Meek feel

Had a lot of friends that ain't mean me well

Sellin' Gushers so I can feed my kids

Work so hard, I just did me like three shifts

Got four cars, nigga, I don't need no Lyft

Got two F&N's and they on both hips

Got two sticks with me, but I got four clips

When I fuck her, I fuck her so focused

Shawty love me 'cause I don't take no shit

She gon' do what I say, I'm controlling

Baby girl, make sure that them legs open

I be cautious, ain't tryna see no pen', yeah

All this juggin', I just bought a new Benz, yeah

Said you was down, but you lied to me

Say you want smoke, but you hiding from me

I be spendin' 'cause no, you can't die with money

[Verse]

When you crossed me, it almost brought me to tears

Had to man up and go face all of my fears

And my chick from a whole 'nother hemisphere

In a foreign, you know that I'm switching gears

In the studio, I'm my own engineer

Need an addy for P's, you can send 'em here

Feel the walls closing in, I can tell it's near

All this loud in the house, I can barely hear

In designer, 12 locked me up, profiling

I be fresh as hell, I don't need no stylist

Got like 80K spread out in four pockets

Got some CPN CC's in my wallet

When she see them racks, she be like, "Damn, daddy"

And that BC shit, that there is my family

I'm on drank in the hotel in Miami

Finna buy me some land to grow out in Canton

Sold so much of it that people done took advantage

Wanna go away, wish I could go and vanish

On them drugs, I'ma go to another planet

If you not from the streets, you won't understand me

Niggas plotting on me, they so underhanded

She gon' come in the room with no bra and panties

All my P's gone, I'm feeling so fine and dandy

And the strain that I'm burning is Cotton Candy, yeah

My niggas animals, they ain't got no conscience

Burn a lil' nigga, I'm dialed in

Plus keep a stick for the freak shit

And I got a shop in the district

I was in the projects stressing

All these racks, they a blessing

Every night, I was clutching my weapon