Sentiment - Intellectual

[Produced by The Passion HiFi]

[Verse 1: B-Staz]

403, born and raised

On the cul-de-sac spending most of my days

It went by like a daze comin' back to me now

My biggest problem is the town that I praised

Feeling invisible like my name's Hunter Hayes

So what I'm out of the suburbs

Now I gotta be stubborn

I gotta ditch my first love and the roof I was under

I feel that's the problem with Hip Hop now

Gotta be somewhere big in order to be allowed to make the cash and dollars

Being strapped and torn and forced like you got a collar

And people are fake, they tell you they care

But they be like camouflage when you're forced with despair

But shoutout to my boy Biggie

When I was broke down on the side of the road, he was there to pick me up

And every time I faced a downward spiral

So he'll be there if I go viral

Cause reppin' the 4, I'm about to blossom

I guess this rap is just a microcosm, of life in general

Sometimes you gotta refrain from being sensible

When you feel your dreams aren't accesible

Pop in this tape cause it's impeccable

A small town kid with big time dreams

From a town without even real sports teams

[Hook: Natalie Holland]

Let it out, burn it down

People come and go but you know

Remember those who helped you make it to the top

It don't matter where you came from when your feet are on solid ground

Cause it's all going to come around

And we won't ever stop

There may not be gold at the end of the road

So what will you have to show at the end of the day?

What kind of life are you living? What kind of life are you living?

What kind of life, what kind of life?

[Verse 2: B-Staz]

A friend once told me, you'll live 70 years, 80 if you're lucky

But what does it matter if you don't live for something?

So just be happy and skip the calamity

And live with no restrictions

Cause truth is stranger then fiction

So from that day on I decided just to enjoy the ride

And till' the day that I die I'm gunna feel alive

Cause if you ask me about my biggest fear

I'll look you dead in the eyes, sad by sincere

And say I don't wanna wake up and realize I missed out on what I could've been

And I guess that's why I'm in the booth spitting this shit right here

So from a city known for cows, horses and a stampede

Imma take this power invested in me

And make a guarantee that I'll keep my foot on the pedal

And stay lit, and if you think you have skills then

Fuck off, I'll never admit cause imma be stubborn

And if you come at me

You'll discover the wrath of this short white dude from the suburbs

Yo Nat hit me