BirdMan - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Free my lil' brother

Feel like he just went platinum and now he in the federal prison

I'ma keep trappin' right now, I'm gettin' close to the million

By the time that you're home, I got ten of 'em

Police the Maybach, it don't got the stars on the ceiling

Ridin' four deep and we all got the switches

I'm Choppa Gang, I got brothers in Memphis

You tryna go broke, I'm tryna prevent it

I'm done doin' dirt, I'm cleanin' my nail tips

Walk into the trap, nigga, how can I help you?

Stirrin' up the bowl like Hamburger Helper

Ball like Mamba, I don't fuck with the Celtics

Gotta gеt money, I'm allergic to beggin'

I don't buy Tris, I don't fuck with that mеdicine

Mail you the pack, better ship it and handle it

I wonder if God ever forgave this much sinnin'

I guess I'm goin' to Hell then

It cost two-thousand just for me to pull up my pants legs

Nobody treat me like a regular human

I'm mixin' the Perky up with the Xan

Everyday that I wake up, this shit feelin' fake, dog, I'm really a livin' legend

[Chorus]

But I'ma get money regardless

They know I'm a beast, but I'm humble

I could make that bitch do what I want

I feel like Birdman, I'm a stunna

I was countin', ignorin' the gossip

In the hills, I'm surrounded by shottas

Put it on, I look just like a model, yeah

But I ain't no role model

[Post-Chorus]

Can't lie, young nigga blessed

Got too much, gotta give some

Millions start to seem too easy now

Got my eyes on the billions

Pour another cup when I'm stressed out

Thousand dollar kicks when I'm chillin'

Shit, my stash layin' eggs now

Now I got too much chicken

[Verse 2]

I ain't even at my best

He signed for his soul, he in debt

You let the fame get to your head

My heart is so cold like an igloo

I'm bigger, they know me in Belgium

I'm grindin', I could go to Paris

I could've went for the experience

But I wanna do my own festival

[Chorus]

But I'ma get money regardless

I could make that bitch fuck my lil' brother

You got money, they do what you wanna

Birdman, I'm a certified stunna

I was countin' up the money, no gossip

In the trenches, I just hang with all shottas

Put it on, make it look like a model, yeah

But I'm not a role model, no, no