Tru Troops - Intellectual

I be throwing up gang signs

Don't even know what the shit mean

And wish a nigga do something

Out here all night

Blowing loud by the precinct

Police ain't gonna do nothing

Tru Troops We Rage

Mosh pit with a room full of bitches

Hands on the wall

Tell that bitch!

Assume the position

Palms been itching, but I’m still broke

Back to the field

Back,back to the field

Gotta deal coke

Ya plug be fronting on the gram

But ain’t got a gram, when you call’em

See that be the problem

Been Eating all night, I’m still starving

Nigga I’ll take ya wallet

Never do business with a nigga that I don’t know

Cause he might be po-po

Party up on the weekday, same shit on the weekend

But everyday we hustle

Catch this fade! I better paid!

You gone catch this fade! I BETTER GET PAID!

(Hook x4)

Rage Rage, What the fuck you gon do?

Imma pull up, BANG BANG, on a mutha fucker

Queens nigga with the long hair

Pull up on mr.pretty tony

Like I’m muthafuckin goldie

Keep the piece up in the Moncler

But I ain’t no scammer

I’m talking bout that hammer

Every bitch I run through

Come to the muthafuckin city

And she run through my crew

Bitch I don’t want you

Imma grown man

I get my grown man on

No handouts

I got my own damn arms

She don’t wanna fuck

I used my left hand palm

Or call up a freak, that’s ready to get it onnnnnnn

Lifestyles of the rich, get it dolo

Everything designer , but a nigga wear no logo

No I never had anything that I want, so imma stick you up for everything I want

(Hook x4)

Rage Rage, What the fuck you gon do?

Imma pull up, BANG BANG, on a mutha fucker