Intellectual (Free Yak)
They didn't know that I was intellectual
They ain't know the Glizzy
Popping like some damn kettle
I'ma Rollin Stone with this heavy metal
I'm double oh 7
With this damn Beretta
I'm a bring the pain
I won't never let up
You the type to go fed when you feel the pressure
Everybody hating and I'm gon let em
But if you knew better
Than you'd do better
If she choose brodie
Then I'm gon let her
Brother's Don't Change
I ain't got no new crew members
We ain't two stepping
We some true steppers
If they coming for us
Then you know my Snipers kill em
I don't care who they is
I don't care who sent em
All my dogs gon eat
All them boys dinner
Pray to God every night
I heard you save sinners
Free the homies in the shu
Fighting a long sentence
Caught the homie with the tooly
Been a cool minute
I use to smoke the Kools
Now I smoke the waxy
You do it for the money
I do it for the passion
I try to change my ways
But that shit never last me
I try to stray away
But they in my lane
Try to stay to myself
But they wanna play
Everywhere I'm at
They say this ain't the time or place
Kick it right outside your pad
With my ese's
Yea I think I'm big and bad
With this SK
Take a nap in your bushes
By the front gates
I'm from Daygo
Where we cross the border everyday
But somehow you better
Never fucking cross me
Florida grown
Gator hat
And two gold teeth
They want the old me
G riding with I
This shit tricky in the field
But I always manage
It get lonely at the top
But it's a better vantage
Straight up off the block
But they act fancy
I use to have the Glock
Now I got the Glizzy
Ima set up shop
Shock the whole city
You gon set up shop
If them boys let you
It get lonely at the top
But you got better leverage
You can't let shit bother you
Unless you let it
Run some plays crosstown
Just to bridge gaps
Peroidt
Big facts
I don't stunt rap
Road runner
Big dawg
You a JKat
You a paintballer boy
I'm full metal jacket
Metal slug
Mine gold
Y'all fake platinum
Desert eagle
You ain't gotta ask
Them sharp talons
Bullets hit your body
Give your ass new balance
Let me hop up on the stage
I was born with talents
I been tryna tell them
But they been doubting
Street smart
Gotta stay aware of your surroundings
They didn't know that I was intellectual
They ain't know the Glizzy
Popping like some damn kettle
I'ma Rollin Stone with this heavy metal
I'm double oh 7
With this damn Beretta
I'm a bring the pain
I won't never let up
You the type to go fed when you feel the pressure
Everybody hating and I'm gon let em
But if you knew better
Than you'd do better
If she choose brodie
Then I'm gon let her
Brother's Don't Change
I ain't got no new crew members
We ain't two stepping
We some true steppers
If they coming for us
Then you know my Snipers kill em
I don't care who they is
I don't care who sent em
All my dogs gon eat
All them boys dinner
Pray to God every night
I heard you save sinners
Free the homies in the shu
Fighting a long sentence
Caught the homie with the tooly
Been a cool minute
I use to smoke the Kools
Now I smoke the waxy
You do it for the money
I do it for the passion
I try to change my ways
But that shit never last me
I try to stray away
But they in my lane
Try to stay to myself
But they wanna play
Everywhere I'm at
They say this ain't the time or place
Kick it right outside your pad
With my ese's
Yea I think I'm big and bad
With this SK
Take a nap in your bushes
By the front gates
I'm from Daygo
Where we cross the border everyday
But somehow you better
Never fucking cross me
Florida grown
Gator hat
And two gold teeth
They want the old me
G riding with I
They ain't know the Glizzy
Popping like some damn kettle
I'ma Rollin Stone with this heavy metal
I'm double oh 7
With this damn Beretta
I'm a bring the pain
I won't never let up
You the type to go fed when you feel the pressure
Everybody hating and I'm gon let em
But if you knew better
Than you'd do better
If she choose brodie
Then I'm gon let her
Brother's Don't Change
I ain't got no new crew members
We ain't two stepping
We some true steppers
If they coming for us
Then you know my Snipers kill em
I don't care who they is
I don't care who sent em
All my dogs gon eat
All them boys dinner
Pray to God every night
I heard you save sinners
Free the homies in the shu
Fighting a long sentence
Caught the homie with the tooly
Been a cool minute
I use to smoke the Kools
Now I smoke the waxy
You do it for the money
I do it for the passion
I try to change my ways
But that shit never last me
I try to stray away
But they in my lane
Try to stay to myself
But they wanna play
Everywhere I'm at
They say this ain't the time or place
Kick it right outside your pad
With my ese's
Yea I think I'm big and bad
With this SK
Take a nap in your bushes
By the front gates
I'm from Daygo
Where we cross the border everyday
But somehow you better
Never fucking cross me
Florida grown
Gator hat
And two gold teeth
They want the old me
G riding with I
This shit tricky in the field
But I always manage
It get lonely at the top
But it's a better vantage
Straight up off the block
But they act fancy
I use to have the Glock
Now I got the Glizzy
Ima set up shop
Shock the whole city
You gon set up shop
If them boys let you
It get lonely at the top
But you got better leverage
You can't let shit bother you
Unless you let it
Run some plays crosstown
Just to bridge gaps
Peroidt
Big facts
I don't stunt rap
Road runner
Big dawg
You a JKat
You a paintballer boy
I'm full metal jacket
Metal slug
Mine gold
Y'all fake platinum
Desert eagle
You ain't gotta ask
Them sharp talons
Bullets hit your body
Give your ass new balance
Let me hop up on the stage
I was born with talents
I been tryna tell them
But they been doubting
Street smart
Gotta stay aware of your surroundings
They didn't know that I was intellectual
They ain't know the Glizzy
Popping like some damn kettle
I'ma Rollin Stone with this heavy metal
I'm double oh 7
With this damn Beretta
I'm a bring the pain
I won't never let up
You the type to go fed when you feel the pressure
Everybody hating and I'm gon let em
But if you knew better
Than you'd do better
If she choose brodie
Then I'm gon let her
Brother's Don't Change
I ain't got no new crew members
We ain't two stepping
We some true steppers
If they coming for us
Then you know my Snipers kill em
I don't care who they is
I don't care who sent em
All my dogs gon eat
All them boys dinner
Pray to God every night
I heard you save sinners
Free the homies in the shu
Fighting a long sentence
Caught the homie with the tooly
Been a cool minute
I use to smoke the Kools
Now I smoke the waxy
You do it for the money
I do it for the passion
I try to change my ways
But that shit never last me
I try to stray away
But they in my lane
Try to stay to myself
But they wanna play
Everywhere I'm at
They say this ain't the time or place
Kick it right outside your pad
With my ese's
Yea I think I'm big and bad
With this SK
Take a nap in your bushes
By the front gates
I'm from Daygo
Where we cross the border everyday
But somehow you better
Never fucking cross me
Florida grown
Gator hat
And two gold teeth
They want the old me
G riding with I
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