Out the Mud - Intellectual

[Intro]

Baby let me ride for you

Yeah I made it out the mud, I had to move with aggression

I seen niggas get the ball but then they lost the possession

Put the 4s up on the map, niggas know what I'm repping

When the 4s back to back, up the only direction

I seen niggas turn they back and that shit taught me a lesson

Keep 'em close but not too close, they be mad at yo' blessings

Real niggas move in silence, don't show all your successes

He like talking through his phone, wеll we gon' send him a messagе

I'm so tired of feeling empty, I'm so tired of the stressing

Yeah they smile up in my face but I can see the deception

Yeah they smile up in my face but I can see through expressions

I don't gotta grip no tech, yeah I let God be my weapon

Yeah I let God be my weapon but my bro shoot like he Stephen

He hold it down like compression

After all the shit I did, I pray I make it to heaven

My strange addiction be the blues, I think I got an obsession

When the time's right, I just want all of my niggas in the limelight

Counting paper, that's what I like

They can't see my vision, we don't share the same eyesight

Hop in front the mic, record my skill, this my highlight

Lately I been, having dreams about my nightmares

Yeah my ooter keep it on him, he don't fight fair

Been through struggles, but they never said that life fair

And if you saying that it's up, we keep it right there

We keep it right there