It’s Going Down - Intellectual

It's going down, down, down

It's going down, It's going down

It's going down, down, down

It's going down, it's going down

Always in the mood to get it poppin', Walk up in the room with 7 bottles

Drop top, ridin' in the phantom bumping Amadeus I'm just sayin', you can call it Phantom of the Opera (yeah)

You can probably say that I'm a monster, flying out of Detroit then landing up in Compton

Thought that I would be on, it's took a lot of time and I really think I'm hurtin' and I need to see a doctor (Dre)

Think I'm from another planet I don't fully understand it, came to Earth and then I think I was adopted

Zerk has really got this, you're not gonna top this, I'm fuckin' up you clowns like a circus in a mosh pit

Bitches want on my dick, you feenin' so you better get to liftin up your prom dress

But they pay no attention until I handle my business I'm seeing who I'm gonna need as the accomplice

I'mma get to the hustle until they pick up a shovel and gеt to diggin' the mud up the day that I'm gone

Sippin on blood and thеn I be gettin' a bunch of it then I'm dippin' my brush in it like I'm Bob Ross

Hit up the club and I need a whiskey or somethin' and I don't mix it with nothin' cause I don't want none

From winter to summer I been in Michigan stuck and I'm bout to hit em with something just like a home run

I don't ever see nobody real it's all just decoys, everyday I pick a new song to destroy

And your name ain't even getting as far as Detroit cause you're just another brick in the wall like Pink Floyd

I be stacking up all of these coins, I be trippin like I listen to all of these voices

Sipping liquor to be filling up all of these voids, think I'm ready so we get in the car and we going

Down, down, down

It's going down, down, down

It's going down, It's going down

It's going down, down, down

It's going down, it's going down

There's a lot of you rappers that really thinking that you hard, cause you only be rapping about that murderous shit

What you know about having to lock your window with the bars, when you're only 11 don't let the burglars in

What you know about having a Glock turned against your head, or when they go for the stab and they got you hurt up in your leg

What you know about having to ride dirty in Flint, what you know about saying goodbye to 36 friends

When you hoping of staying alive you just sit in, what you know about having to stop running with the kids

Cause they only be having the rocks stirring in the pan, overdosing or having the cops show up at the crib

What you know about hustling cause you broke and you struggling but you know you gon' have the entire world in your hands

What you know about having a crop turning into grams, already showed about half of the block burners you ain't playin'

Bitch, don't even rap it unless you lived it, so many rappers that be pretending

I be cracking up at all of the stories that they be telling because nobody accurate with the message

How come I be killing every show and they don't even got an audience and nobody packing up at the entrance

And why do I just stay at the bottom while they be saying a lot of shit that they don't even have to be making sense with

Look, I'm really thinking I got the recipe with the rhymin', when I be sittin' writin', coming up with these verses

And everybody faking it dressin' up in disguises, steppin up to the mic and becoming another person

I get it hot as a oven up in a furnace, I'm up until I see that the sun is up through the curtain

It's time to get it loud I been wondering if they heard it, I'm bout to turn the volume up and I never turn it

Down, down, down

It's going down, down, down

It's going down, It's going down

It's going down, down, down

It's going down, it's going down