Cold - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Cold nights in the city, and I done gone home

Got my backyard, that shit bigger than Rome

God, that forehead talkin', that shit look like a dome

Pulled up to the stu’ in a Versace robe

Cross 'em off the list, I'm a muh’fuckin' pope

Takin' her over, gonna show her the ropes

Tryna tell them that my shit just so dope

In the beginning I hade no hope

Now I finally see how I can cope

[Post-Chorus]

Danger's comin' at me and I don't have a weapon

Pull up on the Snapchat, do a little check-in

Pull up to the spot, buy a couple drinks, then we muh'fuckin' wrеckin’

Put a bitch up for ransom like Lil Tecca

Grudges ’gainst mе, like, I'm talkin’ Becca

Welsh motherfucker, shout out Bambino Beck-a

Call me fuckin' Kevin 'cause I'm singing, "Fecker"

Diablo

[Verse]

You made a one, and a three

Then you act like you need me, you’re back on my PP

Fam, I'm back in my wheelies, back on my TV

Most you motherfuckers sittin' down by Chris Breezy

Don't ask me how to rap, 'cause this shit ain't easy

I'm only 13, I don't have the keys, G

It's been two fucking hours, fam, you gotta believe me

I feel like the Diva, I am a achiever

Imagine Dragons, "Believer," makin' my land like a beaver

I can't take this shit no more, I need a breather

Smokin' seven cigs a day, I think I got the fever

Temperature hotter than the middle-east, uh

I'm more than just priest, uh

Man, fuck that shit, my heart's so cold

I ain't got a motive, but I sure got a loco

Heart so cold, it be needin' some cocoa

I'll make you go broke, bro

I'm finna go slow, woah

I been on my fuckin' grind

Eat that shit like supper time

I think I need another .9

I think I need another line

Bye—what a surprise, need a fuckin' torch to wander in the dark

Heart be made of iron, like I'm fucking Tony Stark

Strugglin' for my life, that shit finna fall 'part

Fat, but doin' business, call me fucking Paul Blart

I talked to my idol, now my Discord all marked