Imma Star - Intellectual

What the, what the fuck is you on?

Niggas mouth off like they ain’t gonna pay

Tail between their legs when I’m coming their way

Talked when shit when I sat, now they dip or give me dap

I don’t fuck with talking trash, I just put it on the track

Put my stacks in my mattress so i'm sleeping on my worth too

And bitches wanna kick it like kung fu

Sit down, show you the rules

Lay down, show you the wood

Man, I really wish a nigga would

Bet that all these niggas wish they could, let me spell it

If my tongue give you check, that's a knife to the neck, and I mean Disrespect if you crampin my flex

I make raps, y'all niggas just make noises

I could do a cypher by myself in eight voices

Rounded up the backpack rappers to get schooled

Left 'em with my flame on an island, Ja Rule

I ain't been this blazed since Johnny did his ghost ride

Still gonna fill my honey's plumbing with the long pipe

On sight, alright, got God, got rhymes

Took a cold white bitch home, made a Klondike

Nigga, what the fuck is you on?

Nigga, don’t you know I’m a goddamn star

Nigga, what the fuck is you on?

Nigga, don’t you know I’m a goddamn star

Nigga, what the fuck is you on?

Nigga, don’t you know I’m a goddamn star

Nigga, what the fuck is you on?

Nigga, don’t you know I’m a goddamn star

(Ayo, Atlas, get out here nigga)