E.T.’s Finger - Intellectual

[Intro: Smoke DZA]

Cuz I Felt Like It. That's why

Hey Bronson. I wish you would have called me when you had this one

This is one joint I'm mad I missed. Ya'll killed this but whatever...

Rugby is getup. Shit, you know threads

I wrote this while I was on the shitter. Rappin' in my head

My nigga told me never give up. Hid me from Feds

I told him, "I got you my nigga. I'mma get this bread"

Lazy niggas ain't tryna get to the scratch

They praying for a lighter load, I'm praying for a stronger back

Know I'mma hold it down

Started it from the half a O and flipped it into some pounds

Old head like it's quiet on the streets

Copped work and then sniffed off of the cross like Priest

He like it's like what weed is for me

I'm like to each my nigga, I'mma stick to these trees

Kushed God give a brief sermon

Three Kings in a cones, nigga keep burnin'

Old school like hotboxin' in the Pathfind

Marijuana totin' 'til I'm flatline

Hello

Salute to Kushed God, this my type o' talk

I smoke long blunts 'cuz life is short

Thinkin' of a master plan that I am

Praying I ain't gotta revert to O's or back to grams

All my niggas solid, I ain't worried

So if they get snitched up, I ain't scared

Pigs tryna wrap niggas, killas tryna clack niggas

Then you got these hoodrat bitches tryna trap niggas

I smoke loud then I get quiet

Thinkin' bout the nearest bank vault, what's inside it

His block got him gassed up, thinkin' he got it

I turn his future pitch black, make his vision guided

I'm a true Harlem nigga, you'll never see stocks

Bucket on Tilt, cool milk with the T-top

I told my mother wherever I go, I needs pot

So when I die, bury me in the weed spot