Off it - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(Spacedtime) It's like I'm off it, rolling up an eighth

It got me coughing, flossing

Drive a hundred fifty, I ain't stopping

They walking, why they fucking hating on me?

Talking, they acting

Fucking with me, something's gonna happen

It's tragic, making money dissapear like magic

I spend it quick but you know I get it back bitch, bad bitch

She just want my love but she can't have it

Wash away, my thoughts are melting in the acid

So gone, H-U-S-L-R, I keep it sewed on

Look up at the sky, I'm feeling like a no-one

I'm paralyzed, heart's cold, ice frozen

Every time I wanna speak it's like I'm choking

I'm exhausted, I am off it

I'ma fiend, I got grams up in my pocket

That's how I'm rocking, no use for caution

When I pull up, hope I die up in the moshpit

It's like I'm off it, rolling up an eighth

It got me coughing, flossing

Drive a hundred fifty, I ain't stopping

They walking, why they fucking hating on me?

Talking, they acting

Fucking with me, something's gonna happen

Something's gonna happen

Always talking but they terrified of action

When I pull up to the scene, I'm causing havoc

Always dying in my dreams like that's my habit

That's my habit, It just happens

Friends stab you in back like assassins

Gotta watch out in the grass 'cause they acting, they capping

I might lose my mind tonight from ashing

Smoking, fully focused, my plans are in motion

My flow is moving like the water in the ocean, it's potent

Every single word, you know I wrote it

I can't trust a soul, 'cause I know they are folding

I know they are folding

I can't trust a soul, 'cause I know they are folding

I know they are folding