INTERSTELLA - Intellectual

[Chorus]

This life shit a game, I’m winning it

3 5 of the pure, no filament

Said they mad ‘cause the way that I’m billing it

I’m masking the pain, I ain’t feeling it

Still look good in the rain, I’m killing it

Put my heart on a track, they’re wheeling it

Wear my scars on my back, I’m healing it

Swag, they’re stealing it

But it’s ok ‘cause I’m doing it better

They ain’t rocking the shadows like me

Ain’t putting the demons on like a sweater

Feelings all up on my sleeve but watch how I cheese

I’m tucking it back in the cellar

Keeping it calm ‘cause I ain't a teller

So they know me as a nonchalant fella

At the end of the day it don’t matter

As soon as they say “bib sama you’re interstellar”

[Verse]

Bib sama you’re such a star

How the fuck do you shine from a far

I’ve been doing this shit for a long time

Grinding it out so they know that I’m fucking hard

Sat back for a while, now I’m fucking charged

You don’t wanna see me out the fucking yard

See me out the fucking crib

Man I’m showing these kids how to live

I’m putting them on to the Helmut Lang

I’m putting them on to that new Golf Wang

I’m putting them on to a Japanese brand

If I said out their name, man they wouldn’t understand

“Ay my darg, what you got over your eyes?”

Man I said it’s a ’98 frame Ray Bans

Gotta cover my eyes cos they think I’m the man

Let me take you to where it began

South-West

2000 and something, ducking and weaving the bailiffs

Linkin Park, Papa Roach, AKG up in my playlist

Back then, Limewire my favourite

I was cranking that superman shameless

Be a liar if I said it was painless

But look at me, lil bib you made it

Didn’t need no rustle or tussling

Didn’t need to do no hustling

Just know I was (uh) straight muscling

Told mummy don’t pay for that trip

Save the bread for the shopping list

Writing down all the shit that I wish

I could be when I’m older

Ticking off right now I’m fucking it