No Chaser - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I thought I done told all you pussies

No cats allowed in the stu

Your bitch in my DMs wanna woo me

I told her it sucks to be you

She told me you’re lookin for truce

Fuck snitches I told her the truth

All that gossip be old to me

On to the next baby, homie I’ve already knew/new

We both bout currency currency

But yours bout flashin’ on the gram

I’ll about Ringgit and Euros and Dollars

Times what you make with a grand

Times what you make like the Yen

Then do it again and again

And again and again and again and again

Til my pockets can't take it go bang like Cobain

Never have I doubted my crew though

Shoutout to Akeem, Rich and Sleeq

Me and QB Que Chillin with the General

Laughin at you with Malique

I’ve Learned to be low-pro minimal

Be one helluva writer bruv

Your favourite rapper inspirational?

He’s one helluva biter bruv

Half of you boys dickriders

Sweet never liver boi, diabetic hepatitis

Acting like martyrs, regardless, I'm modest

Kicking with the gang and the goddess

Til all the shit pops off, heads shot off

Boy losing is never an option

Man you must be Libyan

Your masters slaving you up in the auctions

Would you rather be Jay build the Roc?

Or would you rather be Big and do Pac?

When you’re the only brown boy on the block

You’re the only brown boy they block

Oh you wannabe Uzi, foozie?

That’s why you buggin like you Looney Toonies?

Actin like your life’s a movie, you Clooney?

I’m more of a Sufi, Rumi, sue me, yuh

I’m bulldozing the bullies and bullshit, oo

They sloppy like pussies with loose lips, eww

They reckless with rhymes man they foolish

We fuck them up in our to-do lists

Fuck regular rap bro we breakin the rules

Picking our battles, backed up by the crew

Twenty two dua dua back cooking the brew

Fee fy fo fum, ya’ll can't run in our shoes

[Chorus]

Oh I, hold my own

Trust me I hold my own ground

On my own

[Verse 2]

The last one to laugh to the bank is the baddest, you know

Bottom of the food chain

Your money’s runnin’ faster than Usain Bolt

You fake news

You fake fake fake news, you fake fake

Yo lately

Im thinking of pulling a Kanye on you Jay-Zs

Donald Trump your ass, you better duck you Daisys

You wouldn’t last, a week at best, you Scaramuccis

Yea Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang

But you still a nobody in hoodies

But I don’t really give a shit, fuck laxatives, you know

As long as money Isreal (is real), ima Exodus (exit this), you know

This that old Trix, oh no

Back with the old tricks, oh no

From a Perodua to a Delorian, ima bring back that '06 cold flow

I've never given up on blood

Double F, we’ve always given out that love

When the shit got tough, we rough it up and got it done did

Check the data, we kept it 100

A dozen years packed in, and we never plummet

And if the beats sick like this, can't help it if I vomit

Fuck it you turned off, I’m on it

[Chorus]

Oh I, hold my own

Trust me I hold my own ground

On my own

[Bridge]

And I won’t lie, ICU, yuh

But I won’t want try to be you, yuh

And when I fly, I won’t please you yuh

But at least I’d be happy, but at least I’d be happy

But at least I’d happy, but at least I’d happy

Bu at least I’d happy, but at least I’d happy

[Verse 3]

Oh yea, I heard you coming yea you coming

Yea you coming after me?

I don’t fuck with, I won’t fuck with all that lousy energy

When its sunny I go running, yea I run it like a G

Fuck your anthem, I’ll be a man, stand my ground and take a knee

Keep the position locked, ignition off, throw away the key

Stay medicinal, sativa love, smoke away the tree

I don’t fuck with ya'll, I won’t fuck with that lousy energy