Living Legend - Intellectual

[Verse]

I'll delete the whole clique, fuck it scratch em' off the list

Delete his gram every time, there ain't no point in taking pics

I'll let them say what they want, but they can't lie like I ain't rich

My roster full of boujee hoes, you gotta fight to be my bitch

Catch a play at five o'clock, that's what it's like to be my bitch

Fifty K on VVS, it's nice to be my wrist

I got a jugg my DMs, like must be nice to really hit

I really **** somebody when they tried to hit a lick

I took a risk put on my team, you can see I'm clearly him

This is the yеar I'm going to make it out and plug my city in

I'm a living legend еvery time I step in Lexington

We the first to make it out we're going to keep flexing it

Staxks and Band0 in the whip, all my shooters came equipped

Been trying to tell them quit the street, but they just want to flip some shit

But I can't blame them, I'm still pressing fake pills and flipping it

I'm selling percs, moving bows, and I'm punching taking risk

My real life situation look like GTA

You need some bows, meet me by the Kroger, what's your ETA?

You gotta shop for five or more I don't do petty plays

If you disrespect me you gon ***, I've been having my way

Every week I drive 5 hours to Saks, I'm a fiend

My foreign bitch love Rick Owens, my other one slide to Celine

Let's take a trip and pay for the expensive things

I mean let's take a trip, the three of us and swipe for everything

Both of my bitches keep fighting, they like Tom and Jerry

Take out twenty-thousand from the bank I need a body buried

Thinking with your dick gon get you killed, I set the plot with Mary

If my shooter get booked I got a hunnid for his commissary

My girl don't want to hit the bank with me, she acting kind of scared

I'm rich in real life, when I pop out the public stop and stare

I can't wait to count my pockets at the end of the year

I can't quit cheese and count it up, what I made this year

(I put a lot of people on but I don't brag, cuz' it was genuine)

(Yeah, you made a money order, but you ain't ever end up hitting it)

(I'm sick, I **** dude, I wish I really ended up killing him)