Vacant Inside - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ayy, yo Bans, what you cooking?

Empty, got vacant insides

So it's cold on the outside

When it's war, it's more cries

Forever ride with my people

We wonder why we losing

Wonder why she choosing

I don't gangbang, but I wish that I can see

So many drugs, my soul divide from me

All opps must die, that's what I believe

Get to the green, we count Christmas trees, yeah

Like poodles, I been in my bag lately (Been in my bag)

Don't want that coupe if it don't drag when I speed (Whip gon' crash)

Coach the game like Kerr, I talk cash when I speak (Steve Kerr)

Lean addict, I see codeine when I bleed (Speaker)

Got shooters and cannons, I give 'em the word and they weave

The man in town like I hang with Andrew Wiggins

New bitch, she a eater

I still brought my rocket and I fucked her with Ariza

We just gon' band that money, too hard keeping with these Visas

Got brand new DeJ, got Loaf, I hope they don't try me

One phone call, them bullets red like HIV

I know them niggas hate me, they treat me like Nazis

Ain't ever cooked no crack, still dyin' with my pot

A mattress without the springs, you probably still'd lie with me

I'll wash all your clothes, just don't get tired of me

I just want you to roll, just don't get tired of me, I