Flexicon - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?

Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test

My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best

Apparently huh?

I go through too much shit just to get this bud

Aite bub, cool story

Light bulb, memories of blue light blight skull

Clippers of flight, dark glitter at night, shit

Know I gotta get it, I ain't livin' right, shit, depending on perception

Could call it deflection, I could care less

Even odds, guess who could fare best, no shots could bury my bare chest

Just bare teeth at necks, who next? Type to hear the 808s, get turned into flecks

Said they the type to overstress to impress, flex for feminesce, really lookin depressed

Ya lack of sex showing, shit

Pumpin the coal, engine cold, lets get goin

Im'a bit lower, mood jaded as my birthstone

Bloodthirsty and my punch gone, I get a rush from the stage, I wake up I'm in my clutch zone

Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?

Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test

My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best

Apparently huh?

I go through too much shit just to get this bud

Aight bruh, whatever

I can read ya soul, I never needed Rosetta, I'm one better

Too aloof, to spoofs invest no cheddar

Chase only things of worth, while getting most high, I'm taking niggas to church

Shit, most guys just hittin' you with a verse, while I'm thinkin' in my head 'Well this coulda been worse'

I popped up outta my shell, might lead me to a hearse

No one live forever but I'ma hit the switch, surge

The lightning strike, purple haze from my lit nerves

Keepin on the path, we steady if we should hit curb

Cause uh

Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?

Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test

My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best

Apparently huh?

I go through too much shit just to get this bud

Aight but uh...shit

First take nigga