FALL PT. 1 - Intellectual

[Chorus: Pillopet]

Young boy getting leaves like a rake in the fall

Bad bitch getting stoned like she hitting a wall

Remember when I used to always fuckin' be on your call?

Now I look at everyone and I feel nothing at all

I'd sell my soul but it got taken away

Fake friends, depends if I'm dying today

I got bitches say they love me but I know that they fake

VVS depressed star getting birthday cake, uwohhh

You’ve never seen or heard of someone more real than Manhattan

Close together like batten, harmful like baton

We gonna dive like some swans, don’t look away or we’ll be gone

Fuck, my destiny has already been drawn, time for me to yawn, like

I sense the jealousy, what are you telling me? You can’t get no empathy

So generally, you should mess heavily with me or there’s penalties

I’ll endlessly flow breathlessly to the tune of the melody

And then we allegedly commit some necropsy

Like damn, nobody hit the same beats as me, nobody as lit as me

Stadium status, I hope you know you’re in the midst of a real emcee

This album is a celebration, this is a real jubilee

This kingdom is beastly, woah, you don’t have a future like banshee, woah

Your style is sour like lemon, ours are more deadly than Yemen

Dior Denim flow like Kanye and Gunna, you’re 5 outta 10 like the melon

Real quick, I’ma send you up to heaven right now, I’m the boss like chairman right now

You’re in a dilemma right now, so my best advice is to hit the wall right now (You know it)