Nyce - Intellectual

[Intro]

Don't fuck around

Yeah, uh-huh

Don't fuck around

[Verse 1]

Never been to Rio or Gibraltar

But been around the block, I went from zero to a quarter

Opened up the shop, where's your P? Here is your order

Whatever you need, you just call me Mr. Porter

A dealer in a drop, Mitch and Rico on the corner

A gunner on the ends before Theo was a baller

A ton of magic made, from the street, from on the corner

But my greatest accolade, I'm a hero to my daughter (Don't fuck around)

What's the mo' when you plan a revolt?

But bеcause you're quiet, thеy think you slacked and fell low

And man that used to worship you won't shoot a man a hello

Please, I'm out in Essex like I'm Brian Bello

Denim shorts on, new Mayflys

Skin fade still immaculate, you know what J likes

Burnin' my own trees, wish I could stay high but that ain't life

I got work to do, it's the bad guy, say hi

[Chorus]

Don't fuck around

[Verse 2]

Your opinion on Smiler's irrelevant if you ain't revellin'

You're stuck in your crib abusin' ketamine

Revellin' in history, feelin' empowered

Puffin' medicine, I'm sellin' it

You're nothin' but a fiend, here's your real story, I'm tellin' it

You never put no work in, adversaries lookin' for you, lurkin'

Stuff man in the boot for talkin' cute

Gettin' loot, sellin' toot

, ready to shoot, I'm that person

So many bricks, I can build your house for certain (Don't fuck around)

You been a nitty from I was runnin' the city

Shout when you came

I'm Butane, Jay Hova, 2 Chains in new chains

They said that rap fire is gone, I'm the new flame

Ozil of the food game, essential to the food chain

You're runnin' out of meters, I'm a long ruler

The Don Nkrumah, black star, still here, non-mover

Never runnin' out of drive, I ain't a computer

I'm on moves, cuz, a king, you're still a consumer

[Chorus]

Don't fuck around

[Verse 3]

I slowed the flow down so every word is crystal

Talkin' 'bout the P, you got a nerve, I got a fistful

Me broke? You're wishful

I'd rather bally up and tote my pistol than pitfall

Too focused on my fiscal

I went from greasy fiends to easy-clean

Then elementary, then portfolio music management

Then Portfolio Music Limited, a Greenwich kid

Major wins, couple L's, my skin is thick

Eddir Kadi, O2 arena, I fronted eighty large

Returned with APR, you know the rate we charge

Couple buildings, flossin' from a pickney

Couple whips, six-speed, flossin' like I pick teeth

You with me?

This is God gospel, and it's my view

Just to remind you

You know what I do

[Chorus]

Don't fuck around