Steezy - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ferno spazzed on this motherfucker

Ike this shit crazy

[Verse 1]

Yeah I cut out all the cuddling, scooch to the side

Two bad bitches, they coming in

Trip to Miami not to work but only to soak it in

You the type to cop her a Birkin for her to post you on her close friends

No I don't shoot but I know some niggas and they won't jam

Bitch wanna fuck and no I can't make her but the ghost can

Throw on the jacket, I'm bout to kill 'em I don't care

Surrounded with bosses yeah that's your nigga I don't know him (haha)

[Chorus]

You can call me Pryce but put the Mr. in front of it

I keep a bad bitch but not to fuck, just for company

Oh you tryna run with us, say you could start from up under me, work your way up to the top, and fuck around and get in front of me

And I could stop rapping today but stunt on niggas, that's fun to me, me and Nas, eating lunch with me

I get money abundantly

Real niggas, bag getters, only ones who can run with me

Baby boy ass niggas, all you niggas is sons to me

Like Phoenix, ball post-season, bad bitch with me took a pill in Ibiza

Off-white verse got a nigga feeling steezy

Gave that bitch some bread knowing she don't really need it

Can't nobody see me, feeling like I'm Cena, sorry I'm conceited

Talking to the mic he run up money, shit is easy

Shawty let me fuck but she could never really please me, hope she find Jesus

[Bridge]

Pure cocaine, A1s (haha), like I'm a D-boy

Pussy nigga ain't on shit, he just a decoy (yeah)

Hoes I can't save none, they won't beat me for it

Better not say take one, I take it all bitch

Ballin' on the off day, chillin' with an off-bitch

Brody on go, that nigga never had a off switch

Oh you want smoke, nigga, ah shit, he done knocked up on the wrong door, I get him off quick

[Verse 2]

Yeah, this shit God's plan, I'll be god damned, if I let a nigga try me tell him try again

I done seen my mama cry, and I won't see her cry again

If my dog lie, he won't get the chance to lie again

Tell the nigga come and try me and see what I mean

16, big boss they run this shit by me

Getting paid, remember rapping this shit was a hobby

This shit God's plan, don't need nobody, he got me, yeah he got me

Crib so big, I be home, I still get a bitch to come over and house-sit

And I still feel alone, every day I be surrounded, everybody down him, they all tried to clown me

Keep a Henny bottle in my hand, I gotta down it

Talking to my animals, I feel like Robert Downey

I'm a rich man, Richland, like the county

You the sixth man, quit playing, get from round me (haha)