Mix & Mastering - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Talibando]

Young nigga live a boss life, got on so much ice, might get frostbite

I ain't going back and forth with niggas, 'bout no raw price

I cook a whole thigng up, [?]

I hit the road with more beans than Wallgreens

When the fiends in despret need, they know they can call me

I got what you need, treat you right for a small fee

You know I'm the reper, I'm coming for [?]

I'm riding with them choppers, keep coming down y'all street

And niggas don't really want them problems

Catch a nigga slippin in his hood like I'm [?]

Running to the money, I ain't never jogging

Quick to pass my dawg the ball, I never hog it

Shaking off that drank, like an alcoholic

Million dollar cash, I done stacked up all this

Bought a new compresser, just to [?]

Every chain on me hitting, yeah, all this mine

50,000 all slips, [?] fly

Nigga, 30 for a show, I'm on dog shit now

Every nigga with me blowing, we all did time

Yeah

Fuck squoshing beef, we don't move in peace

Wack a nigga half a brick, just to do a fee

Took [?] for [?] stupid piece

Put the bag down, get it in motion

I don't pop no pills, off the lean, I be rolling

500 dollars for a zip, that's what I'm smoking

Put it all [?] mix it up, now that's the potion

[?] in the focus

Yeah

If it came from me, bitch, I wrote it

Nigga

They like Drank God on some ho shit, and my young niggas still [?] bitch, I'm hosting

Perks got me itching and scratching

Good table manners, set a zip on the napkin

I'm [?]

[?] bitch, I'm mixing and mastering

Nigga