4Am - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

They ain't got no backbone

Man chat loads when they at home

But I see the hats low when they catch O

Outlandish when them man jack flows

Rah, man try cat it then act sho'

And the fact you gassin' 'bout aggro

We was in the alleys in a trap house and the backroads tryna stack dough

You were never there on a

[Chorus]

Mad moves, where was you (main road, main road)

We was in the alleys in a trap house in the back roads

Tryna stack dough you were never there when I

Mad moves, where was you (main road, main road)

[Verse 2]

Apple had this nigga tryna figure

How the fuck am I supposed to get it here

All the competition make you disappear

Make you one of many

Make you live in fear

So I had to level up and show I'm sutting

Kinda never seem to make 'em give an ear

But once I had an ear 'cause I wanted more

I have to show 'em I can level up a gear

To get my own recorder

Had to break a world record

Cah Brighton town you know the score is

Full of man that show they're sure

Really they ain't showing shit but

Seashells, cold shores, peak smells and slow talk 'bout who's whack, so forth

Who's doing it and who's not

Blud, your cosign's worth squat

That's worth squat with no diddly

Fixing things ain't too fiddly

Just admit your crew feelin' me

Show respect where respect is due

Cah really I never saw you man there on the back roads or the raves too

You were never there on a

[Chorus]

Mad moves, where was you (main road, main road)

We was in the alleys in a trap house in the back roads

Tryna stack dough you were never there when I

Mad moves, where was you (main road, main road)

[Verse 3]

Mad moves, where was you, let me just assume

I was in the room when you raised a couple decibels

I don't wanna move what you gonna do?

Why you tryna stunt?

Who you gonna shoot?

You ain't on a ting you better move

On it back for 200

Man come through, take that from nothin'

'Bout 15 man take that for free

'Bout re-up I'll take all your profit

Wid your lickle wickle widdy biddy fickle bit of profit

Are you trynna be a problem to the man that really does it

In the middle of the night while you're innocently blottin' to a brudda

You don’t know, have you seen what’s in the pocket better run Around the block until your breathing and your coughing

Ca you're breathing, and your lucky instead of lying in a coffin

Better be the bigger man instead of tryna be the wrongun in a pickle with a problem everybody wanna butt in

I don’t meddle wid a nutter, never natter with a nob-end

Never snigger with a nigga

Never mingle with a muppet

Everybody wanna wonder how I do it and I run it when I done it when my brothers you was never there on a

[Chorus]

Mad moves, where was you (main road, main road)

We was in the alleys in a trap house in the back roads

Tryna stack dough you were never there when I

Mad moves, where was you (main road, main road)