40+ - Intellectual

[Verse 1:Rob Wellz]

Wasn't the popular kid

Was finger poppin' ya' bitch

Wouldn't take shots in the gym

But I might cop the assist

Started getting money

Figured I might cop me a wrist

The way this shit got me feelin'

Cocky as shit

It was me and J-Rum

Yeah, he Rocky with fists

It's one call to 40RX just to cop me a clip

And it's one call to Clearmind

If I'm droppin' this shit

If you ain't heard about 40

Ain't no stoppin' this shit

I just got my bumper fixed

A kid crashed into it

Couple years ago I prolly would've spazzed, ignorant

Nowadays gotta stay focused on the business

Bout to flip the whip

And get the package with rims in it

Then make the car dash again

Maybe with Kim in it

Damn, sorry Ye, just playin'

Where is Donda at? We waiting

Fuck it, where's CLB?

Only shit I'll bump plus me

When I get into album mode

But you gon' have to wait and see

I'll drop hints on my IG

Watch the follows patiently

If it ain't 'bout some business

Ain't no internet for me

Just bust a trap at the trap

Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout that

As you can see on my shirt

I got this shit on my back

As you can see on my bicep

Got this shit in my arm

'Bout to light up my next spliff

Hit the strip then we gone

[Chorus: 40RX]

Cop that work and flip it, I ain’t middle-manning shit

Million ways to get it but I get it how I live

My bitch gon' start a fight with me whenever I leave the crib

That sucka' shit not right with me, please do not make me trip

She baggin' up that block for me, do I make her strip?

There go them boys that rock with me, put 30 in a zip

You got my bread, go make it hot for me, put 30 in a clip

I got real niggas that rock with me, we spazzing off the rip

[Verse 2:Rob Wellz]

Got this bad ting, she saved me in her phone as "Chloe"

Yeah, I gotta keep it lowey

Her mans cannot know me

Yeah, she brighten up my day, yeah, I think that girl is glowy

I just seen my old head, he said “Yo, you still flowin'?”

Damn straight fam

Fresh up out the paint can

Did a little county night

Never hit the State Pen'

Had to get my soul right

Folks was sayin' "He thin"

Now that boy done swole

Call him 40 He-Man

Still the highest demands

Riding with the demons

You from outta town?

Gotta pay the extra fee, man

Keep my M.O clean, man

Always M.O.B, man

All my hits is home runs

Ask the MLB fam

Or maybe ask the sshh

Gotta keep the links discreet, fam

All my shawties 4'40

Never for the streets, fam

That's that garage body

Detailed with the seats tan

Garage body detailed with the seats tan