Man Down! - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Seven99)

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(Is it Givenxhy?)

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(Woah)

Said he wanna smoke with us, big ask, [?] put his ass to the floor

I'm with a ten and I'm gone for the weekend while you whippin' 'round in a Honda Accord

Me and the gang went shoppin', I'm finna pick up some Christian Diors (Woah, woah)

She think I want a relation, but I only hit that ho up when I'm bored

I blow up, but I'm not Lil Tecca

On my grind, man, I can never mess up

Choppa handle you light like a feather

Chill with Nas, soak you niggas in ketchup

Leave him red, not talkin' ketchup

Lay him down, lil' boy finna 'fess up

Want a problem? Then you gotta tell sum'

All my snipers, they shoot from the neck up

They be likе, "Lil 600, you next in"

I be steady applyin' thе pressure

They be like, "I know niggas that's better than you"

I be like, "Well, let's go 'head and check sum'"

If you look at my stat sheet, I got a milli' in a year, yeah, well, I think that's impressive

Take a look at my IG, yeah, I know that you might see that I'm really highly respected

In my city, there ain't nobody really doin' it like me except maybe one

They all look at me like I'm some damn competition, but really, I'm just havin' fun

I know that these old heads really mad I'm doin' this shit while I'm young

They like, "600, how you so intelligent with it?" Well, I'm goin' dumb, huh (Yo), okay

I ain't from Chicago, the way that I'm stayin' with the bulls, but they think that I'm in the Cirque du Soleil

Shout out the [?], how they know what my name is, I'm feelin' like YB and Cordae

I'm livin' the suite life, I'm all in a yacht with my main hitta Zack and my main nigga Cody

I don't listen to Youngboy but you know my slime and my slatt, nigga, I know that you not my brodie

I ain't from this planet, I came in a spaceship

XD-45, finna give him a facelift

He tryna be in my circle, well I don't do new friends, so you better give me a payment

He talk down, then we put his ass in the pavement

That nigga livelihood startin' to cave in

The rims of the foreign, I got my shit painted

I deserve a whole lot for the time that I waited (Huh)

I waited to get where I am now

Three years I been doin' this rappin' shit and I ain't never been given a handout

Slump, 600, Tec', and Sosa, I feel like the man now

I ain't never been in the army, we hittin' that boy, now they callin' a man down