G.T.A. - Intellectual

(Intro)

I should of known

Huh

Snakes in my circle, uh?

Aight tho

Yeah, Ay

(Verse)

Fifteen years in the game, you had time, why you snakin’ me now (why)

One week in the cell all it took, and the snakes comin’ out

Thought I was booked now they shook, cause I’m makin’ it out

What you thought I was dumb? Build a case on me? How?

I came prepared, we been aware, I cannot trust no soul

But I never thought you would turn on me, on the same day that I go

I should've known, money gone change ‘em I cannot fold

How could a brother turn into a foe? All of your envy made you cold

Uh, uh

But I won't speak on it, I keep legit, I gotta lay low

5-0 seekin’ bricks n’ I know

Somebody told, outsidе the crib, footprints in the snow

When I’m in thе whip we gettin’ followed

Checkin my six wherever I go

Can’t take a risk I’m tryna get home

Just tryna get home, huh

Hear the tears on the phone, Don’t cry for me

Real G’s goin’ ride for me, baby gal goin slide for me

I ain’t never seen no Ivy League

In the 8 I provide the street

I’m the plug that they tryna meet

All the love come tied with heat

And now I got a buzz everybody wanna

Vibe with me

(Hook)

G.T.A

Tell me who this CJ?

What he know ‘bout G.T.A

Hittin’ licks and I’m movin weight

Fuck the Feds and Fuck the D.A., huh

I might catch a new case, uuuh

I ain't tryna leave a trace

Telegram all day

I cannot lose

Straight from the bottom If I got a problem im makin a move

All these hoes on my body came straight from the lobby I fuckem in two’s

And she want the Gucci she rockin’ the Prada she askin’ for Loubs’

And I ain’t no fool, but I’m in the mood, I might just approve

(Verse)

Brick City, dolo no click with me

Broke hoes tryn’ get with me

But was no shows ‘fore I got busy

All the times we was livin’ trife

Hit a lick n’ then we outta sight

Dark alley all through the night

With no bally we just shot out the lights

Wholesale, fingers n’ up

Product clean I don't do the cut

Serve a fiend, I make him backflip

100k in the jacket

Money big

Can’t fold the pack

Get it how I live

I ain't going back

Turn any crib into a trap

With my brodies where my demons at

Strip clubs n’ im bringin the grams in

I Got ‘em sellin for me while they dancin’

I flip a brick then it's back to the mansion

All of my businesses expandin’

All of my bitches, that’s some baddies

All of my opps they broke that's tragic

All of my Contraband be travelin’

All of my brothers money stackin’

Why lie to me? Why lie to me?