Man What?! - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Tayed Smit]

They say I'm next up, they say my raps should be illegal

I'm up and coming already cherished like a bald eagle

I ain't a pussy, I'm not tryna' get famous off features

Rhymes in a pot, let it cook, BLAST!, guns, deagles

I'm in my zone, but don't call me Smiley, bitch I'm not smilin'

I walk around with bling, but ain't no chains, ain't got no diamonds

I cross you up, fuck it up, but I ain't even tryin'

Chase Sheps on the mic, ain't got nothin' to lose, rhymin' and climbin'

A flow untouchable, three year hiatus, now I'm back on track

You a pussy, I wouldn't say that shit, if you stopped talkin' smack

Just released a couple days ago, new fire heat, that's back to back

My rhymes are menacing, like I'm a super gremlin, Kodak Black

My boys gon' make it out our city, get us out the trenches

Our people work hard, just to get by with hands and wrenches

My boys gon' grind, everyday, we gon' hop over fences

And then we come back to our city, and pay yall's expenses

Almost caught a case, then we got back to it

Only five seconds on the clock, so we got straight to it

My homie Sata pop his shit, got talent so he use it

We got the ball in our possession and we ain't gon' lose it

Some people bitches, some people pussy, and I'll say that shit right to their face

I ain't no gangster, ain't no Tay-K tryna' do the fuckin' race

Before school ended, we made a track so hard almost made us catch a case

All jokes and games till ya' get punched in ya' mothafuckin' face

For, talkin' shit

Why you bitches thinkin' that you always it?

Beat goes fucking crazy, like "Gët Busy," bells go hard as shit

Some of you bitches hoes, and you be suckin' on a hunnid' dicks

When you bitches jealous of me and Chase, it's the funniest fuckin' shit, ever

Some you bitches need to get it together

Can't support yo' endeavors, when all you do is crack under pressure

You bitches need to understand, that this music's our treausre

No matter the weather, we gon' flourish, wherever, forever

And you bitches need to understand, that no matter the measure

We gon' be the successors, while we stackin' all of this cheddar

I'm teachin' you bitches, like I was a, fuckin' professor

Out of all the people in this school, man we are the trendsetters

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