Wait4u - Intellectual

[Intro]

Woo-hoo

If you think you a cold creep, then listen to this sound

Everybody knows me, but you don't know me now

They told me I was ass, know they want me down

A hundred thousand cash, should've stuck around

'Cause now I'm flyin' G5, G5 to the city

I got 'em screamin', "We live, we live," in the city

I been told y'all n*ggas ain't nobody fuckin' with me, uh

Should've shown y'all n*ggas back when me and bro was icky

Now I'm double T'd up, I'm showin' first at Vicky

We used to be slime and shit when slime and shit was picky

Couple n*ggas caught a Ricky, that's what happens when you risky, uh

Look me in my face and tell me, n*ggas, is you with me?

Pound hit a n*gga chest and have him singin' like hе Whitney

Pound hit a n*gga chest and have him singin' likе he, yeah

Hit a n*gga chest and have him singin' like he Whitney

Pound hit a n*gga chest and have him singin' like he, yeah

It's like, "Mama, I done made it," uh, I done really changed it

Used to sleep inside the trap and now we wake up in a spaceship

Got some money, I stopped fuckin' bitches that I deemed basic

You know what it's like up in them trenches, everybody chasin'

You know I caught a whole lotta' of that off of racin'

Go to sleep and I be seein' faces, bro facin' ranges

We was droppin' P's across the map like, "Watch out for the rangers"

Now I throw my arms up and flex, I speak for the nameless

You think I'm leavin' chainless, n*gga dangerous, you leave brainless

I done worked out all my mind and shit and it done got me famous

I ain't Amos, n*gga, I ain't cookin', sweet like shock

Tryna build an empire, I came up off sellin' rock

I ain't talkin' 'bout no bands and shit, I'm talkin' 'bout that shot

Uh-huh, shit, I'm talkin' 'bout that shot

I ain't talkin' 'bout no bands and shit, I'm talkin' 'bout that shot

Uh, from the fuckin' rock

I was at the Birds game pourin' drank up, smokin' somethin' exotic

I had bet a few bands and made it back off a deposit

We gon' throw it straight up, get that cake up, bullets hit like makeup

We like high school jakeups, shootin' face-up, bang a fuckin' layup

N*ggas take from me and make that bag, you better hope you stay up

Only thing that's on my mind is stoppin' you to wake up

I come from a place where it's a face for every breakup

Hollow tips inside this thirty shot, it hit shit 'til it break up

(Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)