Can’t Be - Intellectual

[Produced By Mars]

I can never be fake, yeah

I can never be fake

I can never be fake, yeah for god sake

I can never talk to these niggas because that's gay

I be on the grind throw up 3's like the last skate

Smokin' on this cookie, so fat, I might call it cake

Supreme on my bag, you can check the tag

I got so much clothes, Raf Simmons, all black

I could never give my time to a hoe that's sad

Say I ain't gettin' money, you could check the bag

Say you got a problem, then test me

Send out shots, leave him runnin', no track meet

Smokin' on this dope got me high for the whole week

I be smokin' gas, most these niggas tweak

I'm your role model, you look up to me

Gucci'd down, to my fuckin' feet

Niggas want a feature, they gon' have to pay a fee

Cuz I'm taxin' any nigga, yeah I do this

Let's go out?, I can take you to Ruth's Chris

She say I'm a star, yeah I knew this

Say you got a choppa, pass you one, now you clueless

Yeah smokin' on this heavy shit, this not glue bitch

Countin' all these bands now my fingers lookin' like stitch

I can't ever love no thot, they be on some hoe shit

Think you hard?, I'll leave you lookin' like a whole bitch

I can never be fake, yeah for god sake

I can't talk to these niggas because that's gay

I be on the grind throw up 3's like the last skate

Smokin' on this cookie, so fat, I might call it cake

I can never be fake, yeah for god sake

Yeah for god sake