BLiNGBLAOW - Intellectual

[Chorus]

How the hell I get high? Put the racks in the vault

Took her soul, I guess this shit, problem solved

Dom rollin' green just like it's rollin' golf

How the hell I'm supposed to get high, that's at all?

Hell, I'm supposed to go right out the park

Hell, I'm supposed to go ring like Jafar

'Cause I guess that I'm higher than Mars

'Cause I guess that I'm handsome, charge

'Cause I guess that I strive for more, huh

'Cause I guess that my bands will ball (Let's go)

I guess that I'm bad tomorrow

My bitch, she is bad tomorrow

I cannot fall for sorry, pop at none

I could go shop, my chain just make me jump

I took her top and brain, she ball 'em up

Partners up off of pain and smokin' Runtz

Cuban, lil thick, a señorita, huh

I dropped out of school at seven, I ain't flunk

My partners keep slingin' pain and servin' skunk

I match every fit, I could've copped a dunk

They show me that rapper music, that shit junk

She play with my junk

I'm born with the funk

Been up for a half hour

My bitch tappin', she gon' tap out

Went to bed just like a dead flower

Can't link without me like my bed flower

Money comin' in, I'm him now

Diamonds comic book, go bling-blaow

Used to fuck a foreign, ching-chow