Step Curry - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I tell Ran, "Load a beat, then I'm killin' it"

I'm still steppin' in all this Givenchy shit

Ain't no jackin' this style, I invented this

Lil' bro walk up and kill 'em, no witnesses

Free the bros down the road on they sentences

They gon' bang on they doors when they hearin' this

We count racks on the floor, we be clearin' shit

Used to shoot with my right when I'm airin' it

Lil' bitch text me, she fresh off her period

I'ma dunk like that ball got no air in it

Heard you just dropped a tape, I ain't hear your shit

Then my man had it on, I ain't fuck with it

Brand new thirty, I came in the club with it

Lover boy, man, I fuck, then I'm cuffin' it

The first time let me hit, had to nut in it

Used to sell heroin to the public

[Verse]

Can't respect disrespect if you subbin' it

I ain't show up to court, on the run with it

Lamborghini, just me and my son in it

Only five, he be all in that foreign shit

I got DMs from baddies, ignorin' shit

Bitches callin' my phone and get forwarded

I done ran up these racks, I need more of it

Brand new carbon, I might go on tour with it

In a mansion, four stories, your whore in it

I'm just talkin' 'bout my life and recordin' it

I was born for this shit, man, I'm sure of it

Model broad, treat her mouth like the orphanage

I ain't jump for that check when they offered it

I did that on my block, I had dog on it

It was me and my gun, went to war with it

Hid that shit in a bush, went to court with it