Nike Backpack - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Yeah I’m back to it, let’s go

Kicking down the front door, don’t look through the peep hole

Damn I can’t fuck with these people

And I know she a freak hoe so I’ma shoot the free throw

Green… eggs and ham, yuh

We… X’d yo man’s bruh

She… poppin xans? What?

I… can’t understand nothing

Bitch, fuck you, fuck yo mans, fuck yo friends, fuck everything that you stand for, yuh

You walk around in yo JanSport, I rock my Nike backpack

No, I can’t trust nobody, they be fake just like a laugh track

Uh, where yo racks at?

I be steady counting up, I’m numbing up my hands, damn

I be thumbing bands, man shoutout to my fans

Here comes the money like I’m Shane McMahon, woah

You think this shit funny, but I ain’t doing stand up

Oh that be yo honey? She tell me I’m handsomе

But I don’t really care

Everybody staring sincе I cut off all my hair

They gon say I changed, but I did it for the best

Used to say I look depressed, I could never get no rest, nah

Get my money, I invest

Used to be a straight-A student, now all I see is F’s, wow

Give a fuck about yo text, I wanna talk face to face

Let me pull up to yo place, wow

I don’t even skate, but I’ve been on my grind

I could leave or stay, it’s up to you to decide