5 Star General - Intellectual

[Intro: Styles P]

Idol

[?]

You know

Some of y'all niggas is working on 3 stripes and all that

I'm working with 5 stars, bitch

Niggas see me and salute

What do they do when they see you?

Ask yourself

[Verse 1: Styles P]

This is for the nigga that decided to move weight

Got knocked, now he rhyming on the gate

Shit, you know the slum of snitches hung up decided the nigga's fate

[?]

He a 5 star general, salute him

Cops wanna lock him up, niggas wanna shoot him

If you on his block, then he think you intruding

Knife fight, gun fight, fuck it, he a hoodlum

You don't think he do it, then I bet you he gon' prove it

Gun, he gon' shoot it

Coke, he gon' move it

Fuck with his man or his fam, he gon' lose it

Sitting in his whip, lighting cheese, just knocking his own music

You know the game, if you got a little ghetto in you

Tryna get cash, and them niggas'll put the metal in you

Shit

You could say I'm befriending you

Tryna give you the scoop on the 5 star general

[Hook: Styles P]

1 star

2 star

3 star

4 star

5 star general

Go hard

Grind hard

Born hard

Bred hard

5 star general

[Verse 2: Styles P]

He be in the slums, toting on the guns

Him and his man talk about a 10 year run

He been in fist fights, knife fights, and gun fights

Niggas in the hood know the nigga to get his 1's right

He go to jail, don't rat, hold his tongue tight

He get jumped, stand tall, throw his [?]

Come back, one deep, book bag with 6 heaters

5 star general, salute him tall

He got too much beef, so his roof ain't off

But he always in the car with the stash box

Half legal money, other half from the crack spot

If he ain't dolo, then he chill with the have-not

Strange

None of them is in the range, but none of them is a bad shot

Come from a block where it's mad hot, mad cops

Shoot your whole team, and the coach, and the mascot

Smack you with a sock and a padlock, nigga

[Hook: Styles P]

1 star

2 star

3 star

4 star

5 star general

Go hard

Grind hard

Born hard

Bred hard

5 star general

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Who wanna come fuck with the general?

Bullets up the middle, knock 'em out the box just like the center do

You won't even talk in your interview

I'm 'a knock your teeth out your mouth when you interview

I don't like your album, not even the interludes

Good credit, hood credit, nigga, I been approved

Beat you with the chain off your bike or the inner tube

Shit

Or it might be the handle, nigga

What you could handle, nigga

Move, or make the news

Probably every channel, nigga

We could go to war today

Got the Emily Rose, [?] swing your head around all the way

Hell no, it ain't a exorcism

Put his face on the floor

If he get lonely, then his chest get with him

I'm a 5 star

At least he could say the best just did him

'Cause niggas know I'm live and I die hard

A1 criminal

General

Count all 5 stars

[Hook: Styles P]

1 star

2 star

3 star

4 star

5 star general

Go hard

Grind hard

Born hard

Bred hard

5 star general