Where Do I Begin - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ayy, Nick, you goin' crazy on 'em?

Ayy, where do I begin?

I'm missing love wit' perky 10's

It bring me down but it feel so good when it bring me up again

Girl, I know you ain't want me then

Now I got bands and you my fan

I shoot shit like Jeremy Lin

It's fuck the feds and free lil' Ten

Ayy, I pull up in my outfit, all black on black, on black (Ayy)

Nigga, my pockets on fat, on fat, on fat, on fat, on fat

Them hoes frontin' then now I'm hittin' 'em from the back

And them niggas ain't talm 'bout nothin', we got smoke that they can't match

Now tell them, "Run and tell that"

We pull up, we dumpin' shells

We thought he died but he just fell 'cause he too fat

Yo' life a crime, runnin' out of time, you out that cell 'cause you a rat (Yo' ass a rat)

Demons chasing me tryna take me back to Hell, I ain't goin' back (Nigga)

And when I hit my shooter, Zell, he don't say nothin', he attack

I break them P's down, but I don't like how it smell, I need a [?]

These niggas slackin', get on IG actin', fakin' they transactions

I swear, I'm finna get to subtractin'

Niggas actin' like action don't got reaction

But I ain't gon' crash 'cause I know all them niggas flaggin' (Niggas flaggin')

They think they gangster goin' to jail on all infractions (All infractions)

But for you girl, my heart, it got a burnin' passion (Got a burnin' passion)

Like Freddy Krueger I'ma kill 'em all, ain't no distractions (No distractions)

Ayy, where do I begin?

I'm missing love wit' perky 10's

It bring me down but it feel so good when it bring me up again

Girl, I know you ain't want me then

Now I got bands and you my fan

I shoot shit like Jeremy Lin

It's fuck the feds and free lil' Ten

Ayy, I pull up in my outfit, all black on black, on black, ayy

Nigga, my pockets on fat, on fat, on fat, on fat, on fat, ayy

Them hoes frontin' then now I'm hittin' 'em from the back

And them niggas ain't talm 'bout nothin', we got smoke that they can't match (I got smoke that they can't match)

Ayy

Nigga, my pockets on fat, on fat, on fat, on fat, on fat, ayy

And my outfit, black on black, on black, on black, on black

Them hoes frontin' then now I'm hittin' 'em from the back

They ain't talm 'bout nothin', we got smoke that they can't match (Smoke that they can't match)