dirty realism - Intellectual

[Part I]

You did good, $lick

It's a Smash!

Wah

Yeah, fightin' for my life, it's just another fuckin' Thursday

Hell nah, we can't kick it, boy, I ain't no Kurt Herbstreit

Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, even our choppers say "Ya heard me"

Better find 'em a clergyman, I'm not the one for mercy

Grew up hatin' life, I used to try and skip my birthday

Skipped the talk 'bout birds and bees, I found out in the worst way

Filled with so much tension, if I fell, it'd be an earthquake

Creepin' up out the tomb, grave empty as the third day

Black Suburban, pistol shinin' through

In the North them backyards is where the fuck they pilin' you

I'm in some pain but I'm smilin' through

Nose bleed red but the motherfuckin' powder blue, huh

If ya 'bout it, throw ya guns up (Pussy)

If ya 'bout it, throw ya guns up

Grew up hatin' life, I used to try and skip my birthday

Skipped the talk 'bout birds and bees, I found out in the worst way

Filled with so much tension, if I fell, it'd be an earthquake

F-f-fell, it'd be an earthquake, fell, it'd be an earthquake (L-l-lonely boy)

I'm snortin' dope up off the blade

Northside pull up with that "Brrt", I get 'em sprayed

Rollin' that death up in my blunt, my lungs decayed

Got the chrome courtside like I'm Chalamet, okay, okay

I'm reppin' that G, the R, the E, the Y

Wake up, get so high they think that I must wanna die

I'm on the edge, poppin' some meds, let's see if I fly

Black out my mind, go numb inside, I say it's time

If my wings don't spread and I fall to my death

I'ma crack a smile before I close my eyelids

If my wings don't spread and I fall to my death

I'ma crack a smile before I take my last breath

Hello, you have a prepaid card call from

An inmate at the Vernon Parish Jail