8am - Intellectual

[Intro]

(8 AM, I'm sippin' syrup, it ain't maple though)

8 AM at the crib

The grind don't stop

Early mornings, late nights type shit (Leave a bitch right where I met her, I can't chase a ho)

Yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on

I'ma let this bitch ride though

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

8 AM, I'm sippin' syrup, it ain't maple though

Leave a bitch right where I met her, I can't chase a ho

I could give a bitch a blessing, but I ain't the pope

Through every obstacle, I power forward like I play the four

Diamonds hittin' off the light, I'm lookin' like a disco ball (Bling, bling)

Think we finna knuckle up? I bet you that a blick go off (Blick go off)

Get the lo' and caution tape his block, I'm tryna get bro chalked (Gone)

I been through it, type of shit I seen'll make you shit your drawers

Me and brodie icy than a bitch, we look like Ben & Jerry (Bling)

Think I'm sweet? I'll do 'em sour, blow 'em like some Lemon Cherry

Bro infatuated with his cup, I think they gettin' married

All these faces in my denim, I'm a Ksubi cemetery

Thirty hangin' out the Glock, look like a spatula, huh, if I catch a burger, flip 'em with it

Drippin' like a faucet, got 'em tryna add it up, when you do that, don't forget the pendants (Dumbass nigga)

Get up close, then score, the beef like 4th and goal

All these foreign clothes, you'd think I toured the globe

Every bitch imported, I like foreign hoes

Forty got some kick, I catch an opp, I bet I score a goal

What up, Danny?

It's the Militia, man, live from the Lab

You know what it is, we ain't done yet

Come on

If I call my ese, I bet jefe let that semi off

I have million dollar conversations, you have penny talks

Treat her like a dog, but when I fuck, I make that kitty talk

Treat him like his granny, if I catch him, I'm gon' switchy dog

Hustle like I'm broke, but if he broke, then I don't pity dog

They gon' think I'm Walt, this shit ain't Disney, I let Mickeys off (Brrt)

Cappin' like he trappin', tell your mans to take that Dickie off

Guess them bitches fly, you see ever see me and them piggies talk (Boy)

And that's no cap, bitch

Nobody out here gon' lie

You know what the fuck it is, 8 AM type shit

Bitch, bitch, bitch, ayy