Cry - Intellectual

Part I

[Verse]

Whenever I'm wrong, I just end up mistaken, I can't do no wrong, if it's up, I can't make it

Feed off my energy buddy, just face it, you do what I do, but the swag ain't for taking

Find a new method, your pockets outdated, I'm close to the bread, I could almost just taste it

Ten toes down, had to take a step back, made 'em boys proud, know I got they back

Feel like B. Miller, I gotta spin back for my brother, my woadie, it's simple as that

Flex on a net, everybody just cap, and they hating each other, no love where I'm at

Nothing to lose, I'ma take what I can, and I know that much true, I'ma push the advance

Pushing through all of this pain for real, I cannot fuck with no snake for real

Look at the world I live in, it's covered in lies, this shit, it ain't a surprise

Righting my wrongs, but I'm losing my pride

And they come and they go, but I stay on my side

Tearing my heart with the music apart, with the money inside

I'm playing my part, I would die for this shit, if you took what I felt would you still be alive?

Would you—? Would you—? Oh

Part II

Remember them days I used to cry 'bout it

Talk down, I'll die 'bout it, fake love, they lie 'bout it

Head high, my mind crowded, headshot, the scope mounted

Drum rounded, drop dead, he dumbfounded

Me versus the world, I'm surrounded, ayy, keep up the score, I'm counting, yeah

My brother told me that I'ma prevail, I gotta keep going, I'll never give out

Almost let up, I done been through a lot, for the people I lost I'm making it count

Spending my money, making it back, fo it again 'til my pockets fall out

Wash everybody, I'ma put 'em in a drought, see 'em all talk, I'm eyeing 'em out

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm getting higher and higher

Run me a lap, not tired, tired, telling my truth, no liar, liar

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm getting higher and higher

Run me a lap, not tired, tired, chasing my trail, you desperate dire

Turn up the city, I broke off the locks, hop in that Masi', I skrrt off the lot

Stick to myself, can't fuck with no thot

Follow the plan, I'm the shot caller, hold me a band, you don't know nada

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Yeah, ayy

Remember them days I used to cry 'bout it

Talk down, I'll die 'bout it, fake love, they lie 'bout it

Head high, my mind crowded, headshot, the scope mounted

Drum rounded, drop dead, he dumbfounded

Me versus the world, I'm surrounded, ayy, keep up the score, I'm counting, yeah