Platinum Machete - Intellectual

[Intro: Virgil's Devil]

The fear

The family know I’m bad for them

Sneakin' out the house again

Pourin' this lean out again

Kicked out then it’s counsellin'

Back then I had a different name

They would call me Yung Gore

Coz I stabbed a kid at school

Ask the teachers it’s true

Back in sixth grade too

ADHD, Switchblade crew

Purgin' lean with Sertraline

Why do these cops love searchin' me?

It is now rainin' burgundy

Wanted the easy way out of life

Hated my friends and I hated my life

Pitiful addict but didn’t feel right

The fear

Fat stack of knives in the passenger side

Massacre why get your access denied

Passion is ripe gone to fasten the pipe

Passin' the strike of a match in the back

Of the cab, (pack it up) head out the back boy

You really be whack, stack never slack you a rat

Gun clap to the back lay flat on the mat like a flat cat

In the rat pack with a fat gat little pap pap where the rap at

Wouldn’t fuck around man north where they strapped at

Straight jacket pass that fuck Snapchat

I snap necks in a split second for a snapshot

Got a Smith & Wesson with a buckshot

Shawty stupid flexing to a pastor

Prolly pass down or passed out

Mask on if he backdown here’s a tip never ask clowns

What it is, Lil Devil fat sounds for you fucking Nina stans

Glad now, chopping not shooting but blast now

Chopper go stupid and lash out

Shopping I’m stupid I cash out

Awkward excusing better back out

The fear