DEADBOYLIFE - Intellectual

[Intro]

Tour

They listen when I speak, I gotta get paid for it

I told you that last week, my prices went up way more

I smoke the finest weed, my eyes look like it's nasal

Ain't get nothin' you wife a freak, might slam her through the headboard

Let any beat I rap my fuckin' life, I grab the headphones

It still ain't makin' sense, I'm smokin' weed at brodie headstone

As much as niggas' hands out, I'm startin' to think they legs gone

You play with gang, you gettin' lucky, man, your life a dead boy

You make opinions, your life ain't worth shit then why you sayin' somethin'?

Make еxcuses, kick your ass out, I'm like the landlord

It's Sunday in thе crib, countin' dog shit with the game on

Backin' in from rappin', merchin' shit ain't got a stain on it

You want that shit for cheap, they changin' prices, put my name on it

Grab this shoppin' overseas, I don't even know the name on it

Supposed to keep it in the family, broke the code, you gave the game up

He thought he hit my bitches, that is not my bitch, she let a lame fuck her

Record her, I don't wanna talk right now, I got a lot to do

I should've knew you ain't want no mun', dog, I'm mad I bothered you

I'm goin' late and wake up early, that might be my flaw or two

If you fuck whoever spendin', bitch, your ass a prostitute

Almost held me back, they told me quit this shit, I started to

You out the way gettin' to the bag then I'm proud of you

Them bitches probably ninety-eight or older rockin' Prada shoes

I just hit "Record", they say my life a role model for 'em (Role model for 'em)