Dre Pierré - Intellectual Slang lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm rollin' thick, with a crew of n***as Never holdin' triggers, too busy counting these dime figures Bigger than any n***a sicker and quicker Middle finger for a gold digger Plus my pockets getting thicker, uh Catch me with Eternal Presence at a show Quick scope the scene, homie creep real slow I'm low-key when I'm tryna drive by on these n***as Ride or die for my n***as, sky high on these n***as f** the world 'til I'm gone, and yo it's still on I'm tired of these people playing the same old songs Dre P got convicted of first degree murder Cause I'm k**ing on the beat in a way you never heard of Spitting game to Sherane, little homie better learn Dumb n***as poppin' rubbers that's why they gettin' burned I'm concerned for these so-called tough guys claiming cliques Acting like a b**h when it's time to empty clips From the north to the south The east to the west Anybody that want it can get the stone to the chest, huh You gotta love it cause I'm never duckin' or runnin' I count my duckets, life's a b**h so we just f** it and It's on [Hook] And it's on And it's on (n***a n***a) And we on Yea, to my peoples on the block slanging them thangs For all my n***as please bump that Intellectual Slang it's on (2x) Check, check it, check it, check it [Verse 2] I said I'm like the cure for cancer spreading through the hood If you don't like what you hear, let's get this understood Hear it loud and clear, See I don't give a f** Kidnap the preacher, throw him in the back of the truck Hear the ba** pump, thump inside the trunk Thugs stay quiet but they guns loud as f** These hoes getting dumped, n***as getting slumped Seeing how it go You dead wrong I'm giving sentences to nouns and verbs It's getting crazy that's why he stay puffin' on the herb And I heard people sayin' that the south side lost it Sick of wack songs being put out very often, I'm coughing I'm 'bout a get H.O.C If you ain't read the title homie, it's that G.O.E You see I'm living my dreams, ya'll living them nightmares Why they call me n***a cause I got the nappy hair These waters are flowin' Yo girl is hoein' I'm already with the stars, when I smile the room glowing, huh Rest in peace to the legendary soldiers I still catch snakes talking sh** over my shoulder, it's on [Hook] Where my peoples at, uh Put ya'll hands up, put ya'll hands up High in the sky, what, uh Intellectual Slang What 'chu know about that homeboy uh