Who We Be - Intellectual

[Chorus]

They don't know who we be

[Verse 1]

What they don't know is I ain't the one to fuck with, I can't be played

We been came with an objective, mean we can't be swayed

I know exactly what I want, my mind can't be changed

I ain't new to the game, I'm young, but I ain't stuck in no ways

Fuck who name is on the bag, you know I gots to get paid

You know I come from if we don't buy now, we gon' do layaway

Me said, "I'm good with my money so get the fuck out my way"

I know exactly who eatin' and how much food on my plate

I know advance from a budget, record at home, I don't touch it

Real nigga in my veins, half of me tellin' me, "Fuck it"

Run the money, blow that shit, where’s that burner shit? Flush it

You came a ways from construction, you were so close to destruction

So what the fuck is the money? That shit ain’t up for discussion

You got enough to feed the whole hood, put chains on they stomach

So spend that shit 'til you plummet

You from the hood, you supposed to

Fuck them niggas, get everything that they owe you

[Chorus]

They don't know who we be

[Verse 2]

Look, what they don't know is

Struggle runnin' adjacent to niggas like it's a track meet

Niggas want [?] and money, I've never been no Gatsby

Five on the tank with my mans just for the gas fee

Dope in my Vans, cash in my pants, this from last week

Wiggle with our hands, and they work, get your ass beat

Surrounded by hood rat hoes, it's no vasties

They don't wanna see a nigga when I'm Bobby Lashley

They don't wanna see a nigga shine, they want me ashy

"Now tell me what they gave you in advance," is what they ask me

"Tell me that you looked out for your mans," is what they ask me

"You Illuminati, devil got you by your ass, beat

You a different nigga, you forgot we shared a class, see...

I knew when you got money, you'd be actin' different

How could I expect you be a man if your daddy missin'

You ain't no chosen one, you ain't no son of Kendrick

You ain't had no pot to piss in, now you suby, pockets glisten

I know niggas like you, I know niggas spite you

You ain't put no niggas on, hope your hand bite you

I hope label drop you, I hope label take your chain

We ain't talk in a minute, that's a goddamn shame

My mentality got me fucked up, I should've been where you is

If I had the same opportunities, I'd be too big

Niggas lookin' at you, you ain't know, you must be stupid

This jealousy is power, you a lie, you a flu, bitch

Fuck you, SwaVay, fuck DOLO, fuck your new bitch

Fuck the car you bought, you's a opp, fuck your new crib

Fuck your management, fuck your friends, fuck your Instagram

If you die today, on mommy 'n them, I would not give a damn

You a representation of all these rap niggas

Rep the hood, matter of fact, you would never look back, nigga

You ain't real, you ain't for the culture, you ain't no black nigga

Your new shit lame, back in the day, you was that nigga

Rappin' bout–"

[Outro]

They don't know–