Joyner - Intellectual

[INTRO]

(Yeah, yeah, mm, yeah)

Copped a 9 to 5 at the legal trap

Left my mama crib with no plans on going back

Life happened fast, I wasn't ready for that

(Yeah, uh)

Established my double L C at 22

An umbrella so doors won't close

Keeping my sense common with no rules

Stay out the box like van Gogh

My altitude done struck cosmic

I realized that only I can stop me

I’m a late arrival (uh)

I'm oil to canvas damage in 15th

A starch eater in 1885

I'm lost chapters from Paul's book

I’m a threat (uh)

I'm lost chapters from Paul's-

Enoch on you n*ggas (uh)

If it ain't profit, it's gossip

I don’t want to hear it

Cut my line

Church folk be so caught up in 3 sins, they forget about Ephesians 4 and 29

I put my faith in the wrong thing and got broke down like transmissions

Quеue my steam (uh)

But it made mе to a better me

It woke me up

Now my sleep becoming obsolete, that’s a metaphor of course

I need rest to conceive a check

And circulate the dollar like Billy

I need my Bennies and my Tubmans too

What ever happened to the Tubmans dude?

I need ‘em printed

The realest

If I wrote it then it’s real, I don't front

Backtrack my words

They two sided

I turn up with facts and intellect

For you rappers who shun, let me direct, hold up

I was Player 4, barely holding on

You went over my head, now I'm Player 1

CVTUS until I'm dead and gone

I’ma hustle ‘til my last name the only one

(Copped a 9 to 5 at the legal-)

Legend