Pump Fake - Intellectual

Behind these lines, I'm a true threat

Everything I shoot's wet

Superdry sweatsuit, make the suits sweat

Sweatin' tears, never sweatin' bullets, 500 rounds at my bedside, don't let the lead fly while you're turning up

Now you turn up as the dead guy

Baggin' half dykes to get by, I'm gettin' head, I hold my head high

Fade away fears, pull up a chair, say "Cheers" like Ted Danson

Red Aston, drive it into the water to die, praying mantis

You'rе too plain, I'm too fly, you can't land this, when I land mine, it's land mines

You can't pronouncе the place I just landed in

Growing gas in the same dirt I've got my feet planted in, don't slander him

You let your bitch play secretary with them Bills, that ain't at all bright, Madeleine

It's alright, plan again

Can't stand that I'm still standing, their bands abandoned

If you don't stand up for yourself, you'll never stand again

Mark my words like a rough draft, don't hand it in

Skinny dude, ridin' American muscle with the bad handling

And I don't wanna hear no pandering

Real life Sopranos, pullin' strings like mandolins

They say I don't do enough

That's ironic 'cause they do too much

This shit ain't new to us

They never knew us, 'cause we knew too much

Rolls Royce's with the roof lit up

Everything we want, taken, yeah, that's true enough

These days, I don't know who to trust

No pump fakin', we toolin' up

Pot of gold, copped the same drop your reverend copped

Snotty nose, pops is locked, then the shells get dropped

You ballin', 'till you up in court getting pressed for rock

Don't copy those, let 'em rock , body flows, get a box

And you really thought you belong, pushin' white boy like Scooter Braun, you was wrong

Drivin' around town, top down, with all your jewelry on, that's the uniform

Run up in your crib, teach you a lesson, gettin' my tutor on

I used to run and do what I thought was cool

'Cause the drugs just undo what I was taught in school

I'm too busy shooting my shot, I can't link with you to shoot the shit

Can't block me, they go flagrant or go New Vegas, and start the moving picks

Rather get picked off than picked on

If your ties weak, you get clipped on

Pissed off, then pissed on

So If I lift the weapon up, I'll wet him up, no gettin' up, don't press your luck

I got a lot, but I don't get enough, never that

If I lose my mind, I remember that Beretta clap to get it back

Embrace me pushing the limit, and then remove me

Censor me to death, they gon' try and Lenny Bruce me