Intrepid

[Intro]

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Yeah-yeah, uh, yeah

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Yeah, Foisey shit, yeah, mutant shit, yeah

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Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

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[Verse]

Come stay corrected, we was hand-selected

Since the Intrepid, I played my post all day 'til I get restless

She accept it because I treat them right, might make the breakfast

Still conceited, we drink by [?] that we requested

Peace deleters, we raise the ground beneath ya

Pop in all yo' speakers, talkin' shit

But when it's comin' from a bullshit, teacher know the leeches

By the look in they eye

They falsified the game plan; throw my composure like pops

I might wig out, they fizzed out

As soon as my chair folded, the kid's out

We chillin' in the sun without ribs on, we pigged out

Famously, my backstroke solid, I make the bass out

Vodka sauce, no pesto, we woozy a bitch now

We come from nothin' so I always need the most of shit

Know my shit be vague, but folks be snitchin', I don't go for shit

The focus is to be the richest one breathing, or don't exist

Persistent, we push the needle to limits, you niggas cavin'[?] it

The makers of the pockets and crevices y'all get labeled in

Face it, fuck the popularity shit, just pay the rent

You gave your word, I gave my all, now guess who's the main event?

"Is this this thing" like Amerie, she suck me up and babysit

Told me the is her favorite shit too, I made this in my sleep

I need a challenge sort of like you, she made the coochie beat

Come stay corrected, we was hand-selected

Since the Intrepids, I played my post all day 'til I get restless

Source and reference, you ain't do that alone, like chord progressions

We be steppin' because we got to

Teach them a lesson

(x2)

Peace to the elements

Some heaven-sent, you knew that

The rest was on the scroll, no Evanescence

Niggas shoot back

Confess your darkest option, caught her walkin'

Gave her two packs

It's special when I'm talkin', cuz I'm quiet

"How you do that?"

It's special in this bitch, I can't get up

If it ain't 'bout racks

The case is going up too, its bottom line:

Don't call my line unless you talkin' bout 2

Provide the line, not all the time

I played it back and trap a Bentley too

He don't flex enough

I'll do it for you, pop you like a boil

Be upset with us, the crib was soiled

Twisted like a coil, niggas set me up

If it was meant to be I'd have been there and used the bitch on ya

These kids gon' make me cuss, fuck