Four Days - Intellectual

[Verse]

Let me introduce to Imani

Trouble child from the boss no help when she scream for mommy 11 years old intelligence so tiny

Quick to feed into anything else

Just relief from dealing with herself

Fool mind somehow after school she hook up with this guy that did 9

And was known to beg for the ride

Always stone lusted finding ways for the high

He can’t be trusted Wednesday through Saturday they always chilled had a laugh for days 4 yeh! On Wednesday the addict ran out of money to touch his space

His decisions and act was at displace

By god don’t trade on lil A

She coming from school mad had to deal with a bully to much shade

She then sees her friend a craze

He spots her and runs away

She scare with nothing to say late that night he sells his body for the ye(drug)

Man or female he creeps he ain’t no well he sleeps

Dreams are like hell no need to tell Thursday he grieves believes that he needs help

But the crack just heeds to show and tell

[Course]

Oh yeah yo I heard this dude’ this dude he was talking about he was trying to get some more uprising some ye and the guy he said well... only way you can get it you that- that lil girl you be with give me uh give me something I never seen before you know something horrific you know cause I love seeing some fuck up shit happen to people

[Verse]

Just a block from her school he spots lil A

Runs grabs her up chokes her up and say I don’t play

I want what’s mine and I while kill for a little ye

She stomps on his toe’s

He lets her go she runs away he sucks his teeth and yell

Your life I will play just you wait that next day

She don’t have no other route to get home but one

And cause of a fight she both her rides I don’t trust it 5th grade girl walking around 8 sum’in

In the pitch night it ain’t right all the fiends be out friday night

And these punks is shyest so say good bye to lil Imani in the morning light

Split second walk around the corner a can a cat knock over caught her attention face forward

Now she failing forward a grip from her ankle dope fiend

Who is burglar breaking into her chastity belt never clean

Imani left with no help as she bleeds

Holding her teeth her soul screams

Scratches on her bottom from concrete

Her mind sue to her life being screw to her it hurts her pride leaks she yells but gets no help

All is done saturday morning its felt

The crack creeps 11 years old Imani soul sold known as the fiend waiting to blow

Her and her dopiest rape friend sure a laugh so cold all in Four Days her life was told

[Course]

Yeah yo remember that shit I was telling you about yo, that shit happen bruh yeah he got that lil girl up around the corner from that gas station... Yeah I heard the dude that set that shit he got done in... somebody killed his ass …that’s karma for you man that shit come back in many ways ..that lil girl was lonely she was lonely