Section 8 - Intellectual

[Intro]

PHØNK

I’m paranoid

I think this bitch tryna set me up

When we fuck got my pistol in my pocket still

These bitch niggas wanna wet me up

They always poppin’ shit

Until the PHØNK come through poppin’ still

Back to back on gas, when I’m out of pills

We went back to back in tracks, it was a lot of wheels

Bitch, I got a hunnid rounds in this pickup truck

Turn ya, Tyreek Hill

The diamond back a hitta

Turn ‘em to a cheetah

Ain’t argue wit no nigga

I make yo’ bitch a cheater

They callin’ me a sinner, I'll kickdoor kill a preacher

I be wit capos nigga, like i’m Derek Jeter

I get yo daddy whacked, with a dirty needle

I get yo sister fucked, yes we smokin’ reefer

I don’t know who to trust

Can’t evеn trust my people

Can’t evеn trust my brother

These niggas slick hating

I ain’t do shit but love ‘em

These niggas switchin’ gangs

These niggas not loyal, i’m sleepin wit that blade

Having nightmares of going back to Section 8