Simple - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ain't no smoking in the studio

TCAL- take chances and live

I make this shit look hella simple, don't I?

Baddest bitch my preference her color yellow

Sour wrist, I put some sugar on that lemon

Other chick, she reminds me of a clemen-tine

Just to rhyme

Man these hoes you gotta pick 'em

Like the fruit off the tree, you gotta peel 'em

I'm selective when I choose I wanna eat one

Peep this double entendre

Thought told you that I'm golden motherfucka!

Yo I kill the beat that I'm on

I fuck around receive subpoenas or court summons

I see my future

Got the trait like Raven Seymone

I own the game, ya'll some slaves on my plantations

I don't need you motherfuckers

Cause I'm straight hard working

To keep it straight I never lie on any verses

To keep it straight don't care if haters ride in hearses

To keep it straight when I get cake i eat in portions better bet I get three courses

Yo I used to be a flaco, now I eat like I'm that nigga or the honcho

Ready for rain, bet a nigga brought a pancho

She wants some rain, but she talking straight dinero- yo alleviate your clothes ho

If you talking bout my cash flow

My face look twisted think you talking out your ass hole

I came for money, but the fame will get you paid more

You work so hard, but I get what niggas slave for- I deseve like forty acres

Dont you ever get it twisted

I run this weed like this was the olympics

I kill these beats no need for paramedics

I don't keep a chick she just give me headaches

Dont you ever get it twisted

I run this weed like this was the olympics

I kill these beats no need for paramedics

I don't keep a chick she just give me headaches