F.O.R.D. - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hopped up out the bed, turned my swag on

Took a look in the mirror say wassup?

Yeah, I'm getting money

Stepped off AC Transit, said fuck you to the driver

I'm boutta start a tour, put some rubbers on my rider

Big nose, big dick though, and no I'm not a liar

I leave you like some old kicks thrown up on a wire

My clothes ain't shit, only the drugs I sell designer

I'm crusin' in the mountains bumping Big Tymers

Cruisin' off to Cali, driving over ice and shit

To push weight in the valley, damn I can barely drive this shit

Found on road dead

Breaking news, the greatest rapper, found on road dead

Breaking news, a tragedy, found on road dead

Keep the work in the back of my Taurus, of chorus

And I don't pop molly I smoke Rob Ford

I can't afford to snort my shit cause I'm poor

And I don't pop molly I smoke Rob Ford

Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I do crack for?

My bitch is a stallion, she tells me that I'm gorgeous

From the city where white people driving Porsches

I leave the bricks behind the bodies in my fortress

And when they start to smell I dump 'em in the forest

I'm doped up in a national park

Lighting up that blue dragon with a magical spark

Say I rap for losers, fine, but that shit's a art

I provide the perfect balance of sad shit and snark

I'm tryna live fat like gluteus maximus

An all white mansion with a pool in the back of it

Pass me your demo tape, dude, I'mma crack the disk

You might rap better but ain't truly as passionate