310 Interlude - Intellectual

[Intro]

I'm from the 310

From the 310

Young nigga from the 310

Bitch nigga, from the 310

I been workin' hard, I been tryin' to make a milli quick

Focused on my drive, tryin' to sell it like a dealership

Fake niggas wait 'till you make it to tell you you killin' shit

So if you ain't met my moms, fuck Rob, call me REASON, bitch

All y'all niggas been strangers

I don't know you from a hole in the wall

Don't come around talkin' 'bout I got bangers

Then claim I ain't wrote 'em all

Same day one niggas, they know my squad

I bet your bitch know us

All I know is prison in the winter, got the coldest bars

I'm a pimp nigga, don't believe in hoes pissed off

Show up with three hoes like a bowlin' ball

These hoes don't even know my songs

But they know I got a fat pipe, make a mack white

Put it down whenever hoes involved

Crack lines, these are zonin' bars

Niggas claimin' that I owe them bars

Bitch please, I been grindin' tryin' to make my wrist freeze

I'm gettin' money, yeah hoe, swiss cheese

Wait, are you listening?

Money is cheese, you add hoes and it's swiss cheese

Confident, cocky nigga standin' only at six feet

But the flow long, so tall it could clip wing, sheesh

I swear I'm the coldest nigga and wise like the oldest nigga

Just heatin' up, I'm a solar nigga

Comin' up from the gutter, I'm the boldest nigga, get it?

Of course they don't

From the 310

Young nigga from the 310

Del Amo nigga from the 310

Young nigga from the 310

Tape in October, comin' from the 310

REASON, nigga