Pay Up or Lay Down - Intellectual

[Intro: Sam Wise]

Baby, she makes the rain fall from my eyes

'Cause it really, really be like that sometimes

[Verse 1: Lord Apex]

I asked my niggas, "Would you die for this rap shit?"

Truth spill like blood repurposed on a canvas

Apex, the A is for anarchy 'cause my history filled with anguish

I played it smooth, rolled a doob, watched the feelin' get vanquished

Memories stuck like different tangents

They're a part of me, internal like my arteries

I'm hardly one to start the scеne

Been on one's and two's since three

Oldеrs talkin' four, five's, six teens with a dream

Nappy headed seventeen blowin' Ammi up in Ealing

Tryna put it in her spleen

What you mean I love the feelin'?

Put my life on the line, who gon' spread my message?

Most high talkin' to ya boy like come and catch these blessings

Either you catch you these hands or you gon' take these lessons

Ain't no restin', big on stressin', give more effort

Tell my mum she a queen, tell Kadeem he a king

Mind and body on Rocky when he bleed in the ring

Plus my sis know I got her if she need anythin'

King of London, tell me otherwise

Blackballed 'cause I ain't on link up with the other guys

Wrinkled like some oven fries

News don't report when my brother dies

[Verse 2: Sam Wise]

Trust

Ghetto luxury, these objects keep me company

If I could, I would change the world, but it's not up to me

Do my bit and play my part

Samstradamus known to be a man of many arts and crafts

I separate the laughs from the digits and the decimals

Never mix business with pleasure

That's some shit they shoulda said to you

Smokin' medicinal, these dudes have never had a clue

Limo tints on my ride, squint, you still ain't seein' through

Is it worth it? In the end, I'll die rich or tryin'

Been flyin', Tony Stark, niggas been iron

Samstro, chiropractor, pressure been applyin'

I've had knickers on the stage, fans been wylin'

Walkin' for miles, I feel more fortunate now

A few things I'm still figurin' out

And in time I'll buy the house with space for the fam and the kids to hang out

And plenty, plenty more

[Chorus: Sam Wise]

So it's either pay up or lay down

Pay up or lay down

Pay up, bitch (Mm)

Pay up or lay down

It's either pay up or lay down

You gonna, you gonna pay right now

Yo, pay up or lay down

Pay up or lay down

Pay up, bitch

That's right

[Outro: Sam Wise]

Oh, we gon' need that bag, baby

Oh, we gon' blow that bag

He's bad to the bone

Ain't you, Tyrone?

'Course I am

I don't want that dob dribblin' on my seats

Your seats?

Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate

While I'm at the wheel, it's my car. So stop that dog dribblin' on my seats, alright?

Steady on the brakes

Fuck me, I thought you said you could drive, Sol

Listen, don't worry about me. Just worry about that dog on my seats, alright?

What?

I thought you said he was a getaway driver? What the fuck can he get away from, ayy?

Don't worry about Tyrone, he can move when he has to. Just worry about gettin' us a gun, yeah?

Yeah

What's that?

Haha, this is a shotgun, Sol

It's a fuckin' anti-aircraft gun, Vincent

Yeah, but I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?

You'll raise hell