Dsm - Intellectual

[Intro]

That's a pretty heart, and its yours

This the life I should of had before

I ain't have a choice, don't you understand

Drugs, x, money

All the type of things I fell in love with it get sticky

Rocking number nine should I put it on my shawty

We don't sleep at night I'm too busy getting benjis

Everybody wanna rage but can we fucking chill out

Pop a couple pills and later promise we gon' rock out

Baby I'm a slayer thought told you we gon' pop out

I got too many hoes in here, I hope they don't find out

My bro addicted to his drank

He fell in love with crank

There's no god he wanna thank

Therе's no one else to blamе

But he said they keep him sane

So who am i to judge

That's just how he handle fame

And he still one of us

She can come over

You can hit my line, baby won't you come over

My other bitch is fine, but I'm getting sick of her

Her body purely mine its just me control her

Money coming in I just love the smell of racks

Bitch I'm going in I just love the smell of that

Give me face I'm missing that

She just here to pass the time

You see that I'm in my prime

Now you wanna join the club

My bitch is better join the line

You wanna fit in

Looking somebody that'll listen

Never been that person now I'm grieving

Ecstasy the god that she believe in

Drugs, x, money

All the type of things I fell in love with it get sticky

Rocking number nine should I put it on my shawty

We don't sleep at night I'm too busy getting benjis