Flatline - Intellectual

[Intro: TOBi]

Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists

[Verse 1: TOBi]

Bow before the queen, ha, not in this lifetime

Thoughts black as the death that flow through the pipelines

Blick

Black like tar, oil slick

As long I live, I'll live

Gold cufflinks, fuck cuffs on wrists

Everything on shine, look inside, homie

Shawty gettin' electric when she think of tryna slide on me

Mind over matter, oh, you mad? I don't mind, homie

I ain't got the fuckin' time now to shuck and jive, homie, nah

Young Bruce Wayne out the bat cave, facts

City on my back like my last name, facts

Since a lil' soldier, I been goin' in

Way before OnlyFans, when I was my only fan

How am I a thief if I showed my hands? (Oh, no)

How they gon' steal the wave? We on stolen land

[Chorus: TOBi]

Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide)

Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high)

Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time)

Left wrist check, bitch, that time

I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)

Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line)

I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)

Check the polygraph

[Post-Chorus: TOBi]

Left wrist check, left wrist check

You should know what time it is, lil' bitch

Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check

You should know what time it is, lil' bitch

[Verse 2: TOBi]

Ayy, hand over the briefcase

Hand over the keys or

Nobody finna leave, ayy

Critics, get your lips straight, or hop off of my ick-day

Though he put in work, he gettin' off like a sick day

I don't hear no "He say" or, "She say" from haters

I burn it, then I earn it, boy, I cremate the paper

Sonny, listen when I'm talkin', ayy, Cassius Clay

Man, all these fly boys a plane crash away, man

Came from the jungles with gorillas and gold diggers

Niggas in they feelings, they so bitter

They hope that we trip and fall down

But no, tell 'em, "I know better"

AllWon, nigga, we gon' get it, that's forever (Rah)

[Chorus: TOBi]

Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide)

Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high)

Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time)

Left wrist check, bitch, that time

I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)

Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line)

I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)

Check the polygraph

[Post-Chorus: TOBi & Kenny Mason]

Left wrist check, left wrist check

You should know what time it is, lil' bitch

Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check (Ayy, ayy)

You should know what time it is, lil' bitch (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Kenny Mason]

Yuh, fuck the coppers

Tote the chopper, no helicopter

I hit this block and made a pretty penny sellin' copper

I'm from the bottom, bitch, you gotta pay me top dollar

A drop-top, I make the top thot a top dropper

Shot shooter shit, sharpshooter, opp dropper

Shot caller, neck lit up, shock collar

Yeah, I can't take no risk with a frisk

They gon' try it 'cause we rich from the bricks with a blick, yeah

Lucky with the left wrist, I'm from the West, bitch

I was wrestlin' without the ref and got the strength, bitch

Never met up with a clique without a metal clip-clip

I was tryna get my weight up, so I never skipped gym

I know that optimally, every cop an opp to me

But I would hit the lady cop from NYPD

Ridin' with a cocked semi, yellin', "Fuck cop city"

Keep a knot for who with me, fuck whoever not with me, like, yuh

[Chorus: TOBi]

Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (Landslide)

Touchdown dance with my hands high (Hands high)

Tell 'em, hit me up that time (That time)

Left wrist check, bitch, that time

I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)

Check the polygraph, it's a flat line (A flat line)

I done bodied that, it's a flat line (A flat line)

Check the polygraph

[Post-Chorus: TOBi]

Left wrist check, left wrist check

You should know what time it is, lil' bitch

Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check

You should know what time it is, lil' bitch