Intoxicated
How the fuck I don't get the credit that I know I deserve
I can't control my anger, it's a gift and a curse
When I'm angry on these songs I do these n****s the worst
I body n****s, they belong up in the trash like they verse
Or better yet I dig a hole and drop 'em off in a hearse
I'm trippin
But I'm never going back on my words
Even a contract with 3 M's still don't show me my worth
I'm tryna keep this shit together, til I swerve at the curb
Crashed the Benzo, doublin' back and see three hundred bands and tinted windows
How the fuck I take a loss, still ballin on you weirdos
And boy don't you try me, I keep n****s right behind me and they strapped like reserves
So think before you talk and won't nobody get hurt
Before they try to take my life, I'm goin out shootin like Durk (you hear me)
Yeah
Young n**** that they all fear
Dipped in all this sauce and she got lost in it (n****)
Two shots, four shots, more drinks
Everybody got they problems, give a fuck what y'all think
They look at me, like they glad I made it (don't)
Mind me, I'm just intoxicated (uh)
Two shots, four shots, more drinks
Everybody got they problems, give a fuck what y'all think
They look at me, like they glad I made it (don't)
Mind me, I'm just intoxicated (uh)
I just need the money and the power and respect in that order
And when I'm done they gon respect me just like both of the Carter's
I stay away from you n****s cause y'all just sound like informants
Everyday a different story like them fuckin reporters
I buy a car and drive it fast like it took out the governor it's (no limit)
They claim they number one, I guess we switchin places
I been winnin cross the board,
My catalogue is lookin like Lebron stats
These labels can't offer me enough money for me to sign yet
Explain why my son sittin on cars he can't even drive yet
Oyster & caviar on my plate, I didn't get to try yet, that's boss life n****
Piss me off, my song, this what I talk like n****
And this cash the only thing that I adore,
Before I ever had a car, I had my eyes on a Porsche
I guess it's more to life then drinking and smokin weed on the porch
I'm up 30 on you n****s, tired of keeping up scores
It's Daily, N****
Two shots, four shots, more drinks
Everybody got they problems, give a fuck what y'all think
They look at me, like they glad I made it (don't)
Mind me, I'm just intoxicated (uh)
Two shots, four shots, more drinks
Everybody got they problems, give a fuck what y'all think
They look at me, like they glad I made it (don't)
Mind me, I'm just intoxicated (uh)
I can't control my anger, it's a gift and a curse
When I'm angry on these songs I do these n****s the worst
I body n****s, they belong up in the trash like they verse
Or better yet I dig a hole and drop 'em off in a hearse
I'm trippin
But I'm never going back on my words
Even a contract with 3 M's still don't show me my worth
I'm tryna keep this shit together, til I swerve at the curb
Crashed the Benzo, doublin' back and see three hundred bands and tinted windows
How the fuck I take a loss, still ballin on you weirdos
And boy don't you try me, I keep n****s right behind me and they strapped like reserves
So think before you talk and won't nobody get hurt
Before they try to take my life, I'm goin out shootin like Durk (you hear me)
Yeah
Young n**** that they all fear
Dipped in all this sauce and she got lost in it (n****)
Two shots, four shots, more drinks
Everybody got they problems, give a fuck what y'all think
They look at me, like they glad I made it (don't)
Mind me, I'm just intoxicated (uh)
Two shots, four shots, more drinks
Everybody got they problems, give a fuck what y'all think
They look at me, like they glad I made it (don't)
Mind me, I'm just intoxicated (uh)
I just need the money and the power and respect in that order
And when I'm done they gon respect me just like both of the Carter's
I stay away from you n****s cause y'all just sound like informants
Everyday a different story like them fuckin reporters
I buy a car and drive it fast like it took out the governor it's (no limit)
They claim they number one, I guess we switchin places
I been winnin cross the board,
My catalogue is lookin like Lebron stats
These labels can't offer me enough money for me to sign yet
Explain why my son sittin on cars he can't even drive yet
Oyster & caviar on my plate, I didn't get to try yet, that's boss life n****
Piss me off, my song, this what I talk like n****
And this cash the only thing that I adore,
Before I ever had a car, I had my eyes on a Porsche
I guess it's more to life then drinking and smokin weed on the porch
I'm up 30 on you n****s, tired of keeping up scores
It's Daily, N****
Two shots, four shots, more drinks
Everybody got they problems, give a fuck what y'all think
They look at me, like they glad I made it (don't)
Mind me, I'm just intoxicated (uh)
Two shots, four shots, more drinks
Everybody got they problems, give a fuck what y'all think
They look at me, like they glad I made it (don't)
Mind me, I'm just intoxicated (uh)
Credits
Writer(s): Damel Franklin
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