Mafia - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah

(Will-A-Fool)

In my cell all alone, I still hear your cries (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Arguing all night long tryna heal your pride

I love your ass to death, but you can't play with my intelligence

All I want is money, all that other shit's irrelevant

And he don't fuck with no one, you can say he's celibate

Choppers on this tour bus, don't get out your element

Choppers on this tour bus, moving like the Taliban (Uh, yeah, okay)

Moving like the mafia, but I'm no Michael Corleone

Still'll knock my brother off hе ever try and do me wrong

'Causе I gave my all to you, you know I gave my heart to you

I invested time, loyalty, and showed my flaws to you

I tried to go to sleep, but I just stood by the door

Mrs. Officer, come and free me, can I please use the phone?

I've been spinning inside my cell thinking 'bout you all night long

Like I hope you're there when I get home

Staring at the walls thinking 'bout all of the shit I did wrong

We celebrate the W's, but I took L's on my own

We celebrate the W's, but I take these L's on my own

Yeah, but

In my cell all alone, I still hear your cries