To Be Frank - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yo

Smoke my blunt in peace, nigga, rest in peace

Got a plug overseas, bitch, overseas

If you ain't talking money, please don't talk to me

Yeah, know Jake, man, he Jewish with the paper

So you know the new crib got a couple acres

And my new Benz, had to go and get the face lift

'Cause my bitch say she wanna fuck where it's spacious

Look, I don't even listen to the rap shit

I just bump Frank Sinatra

'Cause my daddy was a OG, you feel me?

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Make a blind ho feel me

Activate, activate, yeah

Forty-two, forty-two, big four twos on the neck

Yeah, niggas ain't a threat, got 'em pressed (Yeah)

Been a little minute since my mama been stressed, that's a flex

Put a rock on my girl hand, she the best

Run the city in my slops and a vest

Hit the beams like a motherfuckin' X-Man

Fuck the secretary while she signin' out my checks, man

Not a sprint, it's a marathon and I'm gone (Yeah)

Banging on my chest, great ape

Got 'em on fuckin' ten like the saying, ayy, came to innovate

Niggas came to emulate

Realest nigga 'til I disintegrate

Yeah, yeah man, fuck 'em

I had to son 'em, I had to bun 'em, there's no one like him

The most flyest, the Royal highness

Shine, hit combo-combo like Street Fighter

Then I'm—

Smoke my blunt in peace, nigga, rest in peace

Got a plug oversea, bitch, oversea

If you ain't talking money, please don't talk to me (To me)

If you don't talk to money, please don't talk to me (Yeah, yeah)