SIX BELOW - Intellectual

[Intro: NEZZY]

(Mission beats)

Always on my mind

Demons on my shoulders, and I just inhaled a blue one

All y'all need to stop rappin' 'bout shit you ain't doin'

I keep my friends close, but that pole closer

Tuck it in my belt, I got a Louis V holster

Mula!

I got cocaine, I got heroin (Work)

I got pounds of gas, them shits is neon (Work)

I'm poppin' acid tabs, I'm seein' crayons (Work)

I'm in the drop top, with no tee on (Skrr)

Titty fuck, boobie trapped, number scraped, pistol dirty

I don't speak to pigs, my attorney do my talkin' for me

All aboard the train of thought, this a fuckin' hijack

I'll gut you like a buck, and never lose eye contact

Nickel .45, can't tuck it in my boot (Blaow)

Rusty in the shoot (Blaow)

Have you running up the stoop (Blaow)

Sixteen shot Glock coming in the coupe (Blaow)

Now you clean your gunshot wounds with a hundred proof

Breakin' down a P of that verde understand

Wouldn't feel what I'm sayin' if I wrote it in braille

You a livin' lie, I can't relate lil bitch

Go Sleeze, tell em' what's up I gotta charge this ankle monitor real quick

I'm the demon, the trigger squeeze, you niggas bleed (Mula)

Bitch I'm Sleezy, get fettuccini'ed, in Lamborghini (Skrr)

In a shootout, with you niggas, I catch you peeing (Blaow)

Open casket, I'm dumpin' ashes, I'm so greasy (Mula)