SN1 - Intellectual

[Intro: Giggs]

(Spare)

(Spare, Spare, Spare)

You listening?

Spare No-1 (No-1)

Nothing (Nothing)

Haha (Ahh)

Everyone (Tramp)

(Let's get this started)

Raise your glasses

You know who you're fucking with right now

See right now?

[Chorus: Giggs]

Spare No (One)

[Verse 1: Giggs]

Niggas don't know shit about pitching

'Cause I'm on the road with a slip ting

Not a maybe, butter or if ting

I'm getting like a quarter of a brick in

Fam are you listening

I break shit down on a quick ting

I just recently came in the game, I slipped in

Heads don't even wanna know about your ting

Know about his ting

They only wanna know about Giggs ting

See me and think about whistling

I don't even give a fuck about you (You)

Fuck what you do (Do)

Coke's not stopping me through (Through)

If you didn't slip on the herb, we're helping you too

Spare No the unstoppable crew (Yeah)

Once niggas know my first verse, they wanna listen it through

Ryan Giggs, who they listening to

When they roll in, a spliff in the room

We [?] load in, and whip up with food

When we roll with a stick on the move

[Chorus: Giggs]

Spare No (One)

[Verse 2: Trigga (T.Comma)]

With me so deep

On the beat so deep

It's a beat so deep in the seas oceans

So, emotions flow deep

So deep I would need oxygen for three whole weeks

I love writing

I begin writing

From a sweet child when, I be sleep miming

Pac and Biggie rhyming, I will be smiling

Praying, please God I wanna be like him

I want to be like them

I grown up streets went crazy

I can really be like them, what a grade for

It can get answered

It's what I asked for, so I can't be crying

Now [?]

Seem many beefs, seen many come

Seen many leave

Drink Hennessy, with plenty weed

[Chorus: Giggs, Kyze]

Spare No (One)

Spare No (One, Kyze, listen)

Spare No (One)

[Verse 3: Kyze]

Let me murder this quick, and murder this hit

You heard of this kid, described as gifted

SN1, we're spurts and verses

And we're putting our work so expect some worship (Yep)

Four years ago, Giggs said I was worth it

Won it seven days, so Uptons flirted (Yeah)

Fresh on the ride by, lines were lurking

And Giggs went jail, but Joe and I kept working

Two years later he was back on his toes

Two years on still attacking the roads

Now it's all about dough, stacks and flows

Straps and clothes, niggas better clap the sauce

Niggas get laid out boy (Boy) that's the roads

If I get laid out, put some [?], put a zoobie on my grave

That's packed with the chrome

So before I go hell, my last smell is the smoke

[Chorus: Giggs, Joe Grind]

Spare No (One)

Spare No (One, Look)

Spare No (One)

[Verse 4: Joe Grind]

I'm Joe (Joe)

Grind (Grind)

Niggas love when I say that

Three here niggas say look

You know that means you know you're gonna hear that crack

I told Boom to put a leaded on the beat

'Cause when I step up in the booth, blud you know I'm gonna burn on that track (Liar)

I know niggas gonna burn this track (Track)

And learn this track (Track)

'Cause niggas love J-O-E (Grind)

They say that I'm H-O-T

Plus I'm nice on any fucking BPM

But I'm too nice in the P-E-N (Yeah)

I'm Unit 10 laying down hard bars (Bars)

And Big Lee, OTP, Dare Devil, IMK

They're all superstars

Most niggas couldn't write lines like ours (Nah)

With bare lines to move the end that's lies (Lies)

Got a big name on the roads, so you never hear real niggas asking "who's them guys"

Most niggas couldn't write lines like ours (Nah)

With bare lines to move the end that's lies (Lies)

Got a big name on the roads, so you never hear real niggas asking "who's them guys"