Nothing Like The Rest - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

2sided goin' crazy

[Chorus]

Talkin' bout money I'm on board

Tweakin' with the gang, yeah, what the fuck you on, boy?

New Glock in the mail, yeah, that's a new toy

Fuckin' with the gang, yeah my troops get deployed

Yeah, yeah, on the xan so I'm not paranoid

So many bitches, too many choices

In my head, I hear the voices

Grab the bitch pussy and I feel the moistness

Yeah she love me yeah, I know she obsessed

Aiming for the head don't need that vest

You a lil rat, yeah you a lil pest

I'm not Johnny, yeah, who you tryna test?

Yeah I told that bitch, I'm nothing like the rest

[Verse]

I was in that bitch mouth like some crest

Opps saying they got bread on my head

All my opps, yeah they with that cap shit

All my homies, yeah they stay with them sticks

Talkin' that shit, yeah, you can get lit

Kickin' shit, um, yeah, call me Jet Li

Smokin' that dope, smokin' dope in a telly

I already know, you ain't even gotta tell me

Ask your bitch, yeah, I know that she feel me

Pop me a perc, yeah, now it's the real me

Wait, what the fuck, what happened to my ceiling?

Opps want me dead, I said come kill me

All of your shooters they rookies

Yeah I'm smoking this cookie

Need some money just to book me

I don't do shit for free

Bad bitch she a fan of me

And her man is an enemy

Hit it a few times, then I gotta leave

Um, yeah, repeat

Then I go do it again

Then I go fuck on her friends

Ridin' round dirty in a Benz

I can't see the haters, through these Cartier lens

I don't even write, I don't even need no pen

Yeah, I don't even need no pen

Yeah, I don't even need no friends