Tip Toe - Intellectual

[Intro]

But where'd he go?

Woop!

Been through so many hawks it's like I'm in Atlanta

My clique is just a bunch of dogs she think she in a kennel

Rollin' stoley's brodie I don't pay no incidentals

Smoking on some cannabis this shit is medicinal

Might catch me talking to these bitches like I'm rich or something

Only when it's bounty season, shit, at least I'm flipping something

Yeah, leaning on that link, nah I ain't sipping nothing

But if you need that, hey you got that urge them prescriptions coming

Fake fucks I don't like them, you got a problem alright it's on sight then

Yelling out "GHEEEZ" the whole city flea's, when they see a VR cat they bite him

And the Crown wanna say we a gang and we wreak havoc "your bandana hang like hamoc

They should be in chains God Damn it! can't stand it! put em in a project leave em outta city planning"

And I know, they just wanna see me with my bros, catch me doing something put me in the federals

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a phone, they gave a man life off a rap video, damn

You grew up on that feet up shit, I'm yelling "Free Up" to who I grew up with

I'd like to think that I'm part of more

Painting chaos on a canvas reading Art Of War

Anything I ever did I did on my accord

It's that allure; buying products that were not endorsed

Heard it through the silence, lead astray by the guidance

So utter defiance is the only thing that we'll comply with

We ready, so I hope that you ready

Cause the good die young so you better be sinning if you really wanna live past twenty

All a youngin' tryna do is make it out the bottom

They said he died within two minutes after they shot him

There's no saving us if we brave enough to seek asylum

They just turn us away, so we turn to survival

Might catch me talking to these yuppies like I'm rich or something

As if my fam' affluent too "ya my dad was Richard something

Yeah, head of business something" all the while I'm flipping hustling

On top that I got that so if cops come I'll be dippin' from em

Fuck, how the hell you sposta get up?

Shit get sticky 'till you finally stuck

Guns get to clickin' and they find it in a dump, in a rut get drunk 'till your pain get numb then what?

Then you back on the ave in another 209 from the TAV? following the same ol' path, popping off 'till you prolly go and get nabbed?

Damn, I don't even wear a fucking watch, I don't got time for the BS why pree it?

Never switch up if you want I OFF your light-bulb if you do get an idea

You grew up on that feet up shit, I'm yelling "FreeUp" to who I grew up with