Lint Pockets - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Come on, Y'all out here wearing purple jeans, the jeans I got they say Amiri

Your pockets full of lint, your broke as fuck you need help severely

I blew the drac, it had my ears ringing, it's fucking up my hearing

In sixty years, you'll touch a mill, I do more then that yearly

I done robbed and took from so many hams, they wanna kill me

I be saying rich shit in all my songs, you don't feel me

I got a top lawyer, I catch a case I'm not guilty

I sit back and pay for hats, and drop the pape off that's the drill fee

Its 2024 and you still don't got a TV in your room

He was reaching for my chain, the last thing he heard was boom

If I die reaching for a chain, make surе to write that on his tomb

Your still piss poor, you got your son wearing fruity looms

I'm rich in real lifе, I don't gotta rap

I'm the one who gets rap niggas, **** I don't battle rap

Stop making shit up in your songs, you dont got a hat

I'm on a bank run right now, hit it back-to-back (Let's go)

I would've killed my own homie, if I found out he was a rat

I thought I was dead on site, he wanted to sit down and just chat

And I think that's kinda sad

You got your chain took, and chased all down the street, you went out bad

My AMGs my daily bucket, I be driving it all fast

This cars cheap as fuck it's only 60k, don't care to crash