Ms. Jackson - Intellectual

[Intro]

Damn

(Ha-ha-ha, DiorWinterr)

50!

Ay, Rich Slime

Everything global, shit goin' across the world

Know I’m still 50'd up

State to state, on gang-gang

Ay, yeah, ay (Global)

[Chorus]

My life a movie, but I swear to god I am not actin'

You know I’m Rich Slime, I came from the bottom, now you know a nigga look lavish

Yeah, I know the feds, they be on the southside taking pictures, man, that's like camera action

I'm getting real plata, nigga, do my taxes

We moving too mafioso, ain't no slackin'

Smoking new opp, you know it turned to ashes

I feel like AR 'cause I don't do no packin'

I’m countin’ red fiftys and I'm countin’ Jacksons

My niggas hop out, you know they get to blackin'

Splitting these niggas like they ass a fraction

Just like I'm Uncle Sam the way I'm taxin’

[Verse]

Bust-down diamonds on mе, yeah, they dancin'

I broke thе bitch heart, sorry to Ms. Jackson

You know I'm straight [?], I ain't even askin'

I was locked up, had me ridin' paddy wagon

Trip on my hip, you know it got me saggin'

Damn

[?]

Bodybag, tag him, put him in a casket

Diamonds like paparazzi, always flashin'

Three-point shot, I'm always hitting baskets

I'm rockin' one glove on me, Michael Jackson

Yeah, I put that dog shit up in that plastic

I put that "R.I.P." up on his casket

My shooters so hot, they don't wear no masks

I feel like a secret agent with this gadget

I shot him on front street, yeah, I caught him lackin'

My bitch in designer and she rockin' fashion