Comin Down - Intellectual

[Intro: Hannah Everhart]

(Chamberlain, he's got it)

Lately, I began to see signs

That you got leavin' me on your mind

I get a cold, cold feelin' when I touch you

It's hard to face, but I know the truth

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]

This stupid bitch look ugly when she cry, I'm tired of the truth, I want some lies

Fucked-up childhood, was traumatized, took a trip to hell, had to go demon time

Extended clip lookin' like curly fries, worked hard, gotta see the other side

Now it's Kick Doe Clique, bitch, we on the rise, pourin' Wock'-Wock' on my pecan pie

Yes, I'm a real live country boy, I'm feelin' like Billy Ray

I might be hardheadеd and don't listen, but I do what my semi say

I'm a short-ass Mexican, 5'5", but I'm still stеppin' on anything

Pocket rocket, got me itty-bitty thing

I got Actavis filled with the Minute Maid

Pour up my cup, I be knockin' out ten a day

I don't want no Trish and I'll sure as hell throw that Pai in your face

I don't want no bitch that's gon' take my cake and then give it away

I came up without shit, so I know what it's like and I'm tired of pain

Now I'm hard in the paint, I'ma pull my pants down and I'm lettin' 'em hang, uh

Yeah, I'm just tryna rap

I ain't tryna be in the hood hittin' no licks, you can't say that it's cap

I done proved myself, now I'm out gettin' rich

Blued up every day, out here lookin' like Stitch

Drag his ass from the truck, tie him up to the hitch

Woke up the next day, ain't nobody say shit, for real (Right on)

[Chorus: OTB Fastlane]

I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)

I'm comin' down (Ayy), I'm comin' down

[Verse 2: OTB Fastlane]

Ayy, knee-deep up in that field, my biggest flaw, kept it too real (Woo)

Lil' bitch said she was done with me, I bet she fuck me still

Took a loss, had to get back up, ain't had no time to heal (Yeah)

Brick for brick how I was built, straight drop syrup, crack the seal, come on (Uh)

This shit ain't come overnight, been puttin' down for years (Woo)

Thinkin' 'bout my nigga dead and gone, shit still give me chills (Woo)

Rockin' shows, then go cop the lows, I'm still sellin' pills (Yeah)

ARP whistle when I squeeze, it sing like Lauryn Hill (Come on)

Ayy, Texas, Texas, thuggin', livin' reckless

Foreign, digital dashboard, got diamonds in my necklace (Ayy)

I go chew a Perc', fuck my bitch and do my best shit (Know what I'm sayin'?)

Boss like I'm Slim Thugga, 'cause niggas hate they bitches love us