Medicine - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, aye, yeah, yeah

Fell in love with my gun, put a drum on it

Fell in love with the money, watch me thumb through it

Thinkin' bout robbing me, boy just don't do it, yeah

Cause we keep them things loaded

This shit not load, bro what is you smoking?

Pockets fat, yeah my pockets be so bloated

I just mixed the medicine with the soda

Mix the medicine right in with my soda

Ridin' round 5 deep with my soldiers

Put a lame 6 feet with his homie

I'm still ballin', yeah, R.I.P. to Kobe

On my side, that's my 19, yeah my pollie

If I wanted to I could buy a Rollie

That's his bitch, but she really wanna know me

I don't really care about her, yeah, I just want her to dome me

Yeah I'm getting dome from his fuckin' thottie

Yeah I brought my glockie right into the party

Yeah I had to go and boss up like I'm Carti

Sold a pint of lean, but I'm gonna cut it