Secret’s Out - Intellectual

Yeah I hate mufuckas, too

Yeah

I might as well start introducing’ myself

I’m the secret they been hidin’, special shoes on the shelf

P always stood for pride, but now I’m usin’ the help

Can’t hold all this money at once, I gotta bruise for my belt

Fuckin’ punk took advantage, now I’m choosin’ myself

Preston Wayne, bitch, the reason that your movie’ll sell

I always knew that I’d be here since buyin’ food down at Gwelth

Recently changed ya contact to Mr. Doozy The Elf

Last contract the only reason they haven’t seen me

Triple dippin’ and greed hit

Dano called Mugs on some get from A to B shit

Bitch, I can’t wait to see you-

“You will choke on your own-”

Shhh

C’mon girl, this karma shit finna get him if somebody doesn’t get him

Or a meetin’ I’m gon’ sit in but regardless we’ll get rid ‘em

Honestly should be happy the way we gracefully did him

I really wanted to grab the Glock and-

Go dump it

Dump it

Go dump it

Dump it

Doot doot doot doot doot

Gut feelin’ sayin get him, I was borderline

So many lives relyin’ on me, boy it’s more than mine

Let’s run it back like Bobby Mitchell, I go forty-nine

Anybody can get touched, even a porcupine

I’m gon’ set the record for a come up in the shortest time

Y’all done had the talent but the pen you had a poor design

All I wanted was out, but now I hope that boy resign

Thirty days of straight pressure, guess it’s what the court assigned

Bet they mortify ya

Credit score decline, yeah

While I order wine, yeah

Smokin’ Georgia pine, yeah

Got the forty by ya

I just ordered mine, yeah

Might for the crime, yeah

If they only knew

Five years too long I was workin’ for the fool

What’s even crazier is man thinks he’s immortal, too

If they only knew

I would slide but he would recognize a foreign coupe

But now I’m free so for my mama I got more to do

Yeah, so much more

Yeah

“Well I have bad news for you…”

Ah, what the fuck now?

Lookin’ in the eyes of a woman I know who actually cares

Seein’ her cry cuz she don’t know if I’m outta there

Meanwhile my cousin dies, sometimes life isn’t fair

Emotions are too much and so I’m gettin’ more impaired

As much as I’d love to pop out and act like I’m never scared

I’m always scared

Mob racin’ like Indy 500 tires; dull and bare

It’s sad to free up where you trap to find that no one’s there

Wait, Byrd was there

So we finna make it, I gotta make it

Sayin’ its been all sweet is lying and I ain’t tryna fake it

Right when it’s heatin’ up the devil try and come and break it

My feelings are trapped lately that part of me is sacred

I try to scream but it’s never makin’ it through the blanket

Havin’ perseverance lookin’ up cuz I gotta thank it

That call that I got was almost enough to have ships sinkin’

The secret’s out, bitch, thank God that I was more than patient

Shit’s so hard to get out