Zombiez - Intellectual

[Intro]

My mama lied when I was young, said money ain't grow on trees

She must've never been to Cali, met a nigga growin' weed

I'm tryna open up the Lam' truck, see the top speed

Hop out, exclusive Mikes on, you ain't got these

Hit her from the back off the Perc', leave her knock knees

Tryna get the bitch to party, I'm like, "You don't pop P's?"

If it's war, then it's war, nigga, I don't cop pleas

If I lost it all today, then who really got me?

I'm out in LA playin' roles, duckin' paparazzi

I don't fuck around with no faggot-ass Chauncey

Gave out testers of the new batch, the spot like zombies

Say my name, I appear like Candyman, don't gotta find me

I was stuck off in the trap before Ghazi signed me

Should've bought a house, but I spent fifty on a timepiece

In a room wrestlin' 'round with your bitch, Ronda Rousey

I heard that nigga snitched before he made it out the county

I just took a nigga (Bitch), 'cause his money too short

Got him stressed, hair fallin' out, smokin' Newports

Yeah, I rap and sell dope, bitch, I ball in two sports

I just spent like a dime at the local shoe store

Caught him with his pants down, that's another man down

Niggas fanned out, actin' tough, get him fanned down

Killa season, hop out OinkBoy pink, Cam'ron

I'm connected straight to the source like a landline