Rents Due - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I need to pay my rent so on this track, I'ma go harder

Girl don't keep that kid, I ain't no father

I wear RAXZ even in my crib, I got no Prada

Small in person but my heart is so larger

I heard that nigga sung his heart out like a soap opera

Girl what kinda head's this? You need to blow harder

My cunch line made bare racks with no drama

Ran the country like Barack, Mr Obama

[Verse]

My niggas beef my niggas, it's a known saga

So much in-house beef and we all tote lavas

All my interviews with the pigs have been 'no comments'

He snitches so much, as a kid I know he told mama

Too many snitch, I hope a car does roll on ya

Then wind the window down and hang out with a pole on ya

I sip Hennessy and Wray, not no lager

Before my first time in jail, I was so marga

I usеd to bang up with my tech but with no charger

I feel like I'm losing rеspect cause I'm so karma

Don't make me shave up heads like a known barber

Free my nigga J Force, that's my known partner

Them man are dry, coming like they don't know Palmer

Shit, I need to pay this rent, I need to go harder

Guess I need to blow up this track like a known bomber

Kam made a hard diss track but mine's so harder

Plus he's a fed and a rat and a known copper

He was the guy as a kid who told mama

I used to get rid of birds like an old farmer

Dealing with so much devils, just like old Gunna

Everyone's fake nowadays with no honour

"Oi Remtrex is shit", so's your mama

Them man are useless, just like an old one-er

My cousin RM's blowing up, he's a cold gunner

When my girl's mad, there's nothing that won't calm her

You got me and I got your back and I won't harm ya

My Spotify listeners are whack so here's more product

Fans better stream more tracks then I won't rob yous

And fuck your stupid show, we're the show stoppers

When we come through, we just blow, we ain't door knockers

I used to clean up on these streets like floor moppers

Them man are sniffed up dudes and coke whoppers

Fuck the police, tryna come with road blockers

This car's not in my name and there's no loggers

Their money moves so slow like old joggers

I was watching the film 'Blow', getting slow toppers

I hope my rent gets paid cause my flow's bonkers

Whack mine, will whack yours like we're playing old conkers

But this kinda whacking would take the soul off yous

Whack man on sight, public are turning jaw droppers

Not just my rent from this track, I want more profit

Cause look how hard I just went, I just tore off it

Them man ain't tryna kill each other, they're just corn swapping

Cause in that boot out, there was no ligament torn off it