Flows, Pt. 2 - Intellectual

[Intro: Sheff G]

Feelin' the pressure

I know they feelin' the pressure

I just been feelin' alone, told her to leave me alone

I want you around, matter fact, no, I don’t, huh

Indecisive, I know, huh

Rappin' just gave me a passage to deliver the message

I want you dress off, get you on the mattress

Really wasn't a mattress

Niggas ain't really ya mans, niggas ain't really ya mans

Cross me, I bet you won't do it again, huh

You better stay in your frame, better you stay in your lane

They funny, don't chill with them

Bitches ain't wifey material, ain't wifey material, huh

Word to my mother, I got it, you got it, you spittin' to save me, huh

I used to trap out the hoopty on mornin'

Don't let me, just say your prayers, huh

I put through shit that'll shock you forever, might wake up your inner demon, huh

Might change how you view your peoples, huh

Won't change how you see the system

I swear my brothers don't gotta go tourin'

'Cause I'm pickin' on everything for 'em

Devil was callin', I couldn't ignore him

Please do not beef if you cannot afford it

Swear to my mother, I'm never gon' change

Still, I know they gon' lie on my name

Still put in pain , put in pain for da gang, gang, gang

I know they feelin' the pressure

How you finesse a finesser?

Full price, I don't want nothin' lesser

Back up the choppers if they try to test us

Now you know I don't rest 'til the bag full

You want smoke? I got Backwoods

Really do it, I don't gotta act hood

I know shawty a baddie but act good

And you don't want be the one

Flex on the gang, get turned to a t-shirt

Double back on your block, ain't no reverse

How we do it? They thinkin' we rehearse

And she know I came from the bottom, so she gotta give me the top first

If I call you my bro, then I got 'em

Just tell me the problem, we makin' that shit work

Call you my bro, then I got 'em

Just—, we makin' that shit work