TYPE 1 - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You said that dream ain't coming true, now see that bitch coming through

I'm at the top with my whole crew fucking bitches, making money, spreading like a bird flu ahh

Kicks game is just rude huh

You got something to say well fuck you!

Dreaming for a life like Pablo, just papers not that narco

Flash back at mid-night, we're going slow but it's alright

Everywhere I go it's my time, pull out my iPhone it's iTime bitch

We going straight not that crime line, living life no time online

Smoking herbs feeling like I'm in afterlife

Bitches giving head like it's there last time biatch!

Feeling like I'm at the top yeah, we never gonna make the stop here

Until and unless we are done over here, we standing up you just clapping for us huh

You said you have struggled a lot before, we said we struggling lot more

You ain't gonna catch me, if you do imma hunt you down like a Spectre

Disaster that's all in your rap, competing me is a death trap

I can go on for days and days with rhyme displays, in grave as X-rays

See my rap is mind blowing, ain't nobody do it like I do it

So don't compare me with that bullshit , I'm do my job without that bullshit yeah

[Hook] x2

I wanna get high like yesterday, smoking pot I mean day to day yeah

Never the last never the first place, I was the one who started from blank space

Moving from place to place , didn't have a fucking workspace whoo!!

Time passing like money spending

Bitches loving they just pretending

You distract me just confessing

Got everything I want that's a blessing

They said you gotta make it to the top

I said imma do this non stop , wait until my tape drops

Until your chick pops, inside my hot tub whoo!!

Boat for one and traveling two, late choice but gotta make it through

You said fuck you to the whole crew, if I'm right then fuck you too. Yeah

You can say I'm invincible

My vision now visible

Hard work my principal yeah

No worries just start alone , three mixtapes you might be unknown

When I say it I mean it real shit cooking,you gotta admit it

[Interlude] x2

Backpack full of leaves huh

Wanna live like me, huh?

Heaved packet of believes huh

Make it through the night that thieves huh

[Hook] x2

I wanna get high like yesterday, smoking pot I mean day to day yeah

I say blessing you say curse, I'm blessed with a curse don't need that verse