Lost It - Intellectual

Everybody seen me hustling nobody’s seen me struggling

I'd rather struggle on my own

Fight my battles on my own

And I miss you grandad in that coffin you was cold touched your skin My heart froze

My dads in the can I can’t wait until he’s home

I've not seen him in a while we’ve only spoken on the phone

He left when I was young he’s gonna see how much I’ve grown

I've done a mazza with my bros also done 'em on my own

Slapped trackers on whips then ran through the groves

Smashed through chicks and just left 'em cos they’re hoes

Ain't got no time for no slags I’m too busy on the Road

Hungry little kid so I was stuck in graft mode

I'm on bail

And I just bailed another whip left my prints on that shit now my doors gonna get kicked in

Not by no robbers the pigs and the coppers all running with their coshes

Yeah we smoked the Golf R through the jib and we lost it

I know you wanna fuck with me but I can’t really fuck with you

All my brothers try'na make this money move

Mum said that I should know better

I'm a go getter

I'ma get this bread and make it all better

What you know about that cold weather

How I'm Try'na live in pleasure

In that good weather always pray my hood better

On my block where they sell rocks to make prof

Get the drop let the crop creep up in the spot

It gets hot when you’re trapping out the same spot

Sugar looks like salt so I'll watch out for them bait cops

Soon we gonna take off

Stack dough save prof

Soon we gonna take off

Stack dough save prof

From young always been a real kid

Kept it 100 with my guys going 50 on the split

Bill a spliff and get blipped making money not legit

Stressing out hope I blow pop a vid real quick

Before I end locked up for some shit that I'm gonna do

Thinking about some shit in my head that’s got me in a mood

I love that rush up in my belly right before I move

I'm fucked in the head but some certain think I'm cool I'm a

Law breaker don’t abide by the rules why you man chatting shit

Like what you Gotta prove

Never lie in my tracks I speak truth in the booth

For my mum I make racks chandelier in her room

60 inch screen balcony with a view

Now I'm sat in this trap whipping up call me stu

I’ve been serving all these cats straight drop

No crunching my food had to hit man with a brick

Stone Age like I'm crude

In this concrete jungle yeah this worlds pretty cruel

Yeah this worlds pretty cruel

In this concrete jungle yeah this worlds pretty cruel

Concrete jungle this worlds pretty cruel

Tryna make it out these streets ducking from the police

In my zone blowing O's

If you ain't Tryna elevate then I don’t wanna know and that’s for sho'

Just spoke to little bro and he said his dad ain't coming home til he’s grown

Try and violate and it's straps to the dome

Yeah the roads can be cold

Yeah it's funny like that

If you in the trap why you looking bummy like that

Gold racks for the trap you ain't coming like that

Are you a trapper you a slapper you a capper

Your bitch throw it back I double tap her

I break bread with my brothers

And watch for undercover never lick a stray cat

Yeah you claim you a savage anyone can get cabbaged

Shit that I’ve seen left me damaged

Fuck it bro I'll manage

Investing in some real estate tryna get this real cake

I just hope this money takes the pain away

Rainy days, I'm just tryna fade away

Better back your bro's on them roads

Cos them roads can be cold when you’re stepping on your own

In my zone they get trappy on the phone