Cap - Intellectual

[Intro]

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Oh, oh

[Chorus]

And I know that he cap on the 'gram

Two guns on me, I feel like the man

I do what I want and you do what you can

We whip the macs out, when we hop out the van

She on green so she ready to go

I need a couple bands for a show

Brung the pack out, for the low

I got some bands but I need some more

Yeah I'm in 'giela, she liking my style

I knew I'd be up but this shit took a while

You switched on your bro, man that shit was so foul

Talk down on the gang, then the chopper go "bow"

Yeah she be geekin', she gone off the molly

I know that they mad, but I'm sorry not sorry

'Member them late nights, I was starving

If he want a feature, I'm sorry I'm charging

[Verse]

They all in my face, used to laugh in the past

Get in the Bugatti, and press on the gas

They sending me links to they songs and it's trash

These niggas be broke and they funny, I laugh

Chasing the money, I'm chasing the cash

If he run up wrong, he gon' sleep with the grass

I ball in Harlem, I play for the cash

Got a bad bitch and she got a fat ass

Sportvvs, yeah that be me

They see me come up, now they naggin' me

I was depressed, in agony

You see how I'm living, you wanna be me

You hate on a nigga that's trying to get money

I make the cloudy days get sunny

Bro got the trap jumping like a bunny

I don't gotta touch you, my bro do it for me