NO MO’! - Intellectual

[Intro]

La verdad no peca pero incómoda

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get it!

[Chorus]

I don’t want be here no more

I’m tryna get out this hole

My wings they be growing with flow

I’m tryna just nourish some souls, oh

See listen here

I was taken back

When times was bad

We had some rags

But I found a bag

And I got my fam

These racks to hand

I don’t want be here no more

I’m tryna get out this hole

My wings they be growing with flow

I’m tryna just nourish some souls, oh

See listen here

I was taken back

When times was bad

We had some rags

But I found a bag

And I got my fam

These racks to hand

[Verse 1]

So infatuated with the numbers

Living life on computers it’s a real bummer

Never outside that much even in the summer

No one hit my line up, you forgot, but damn I love it

I was running

Tryna remind my existence to peeps who never cared

My art was stagnant and bad vibes in the air

I’m worried ‘bout the wrong mess

The confidence in my head

Stress just eats my flesh

In this test, I confess

[Chorus]

I don’t want be here no more

I’m tryna get out this hole

My wings they be growing with flow

I’m tryna just nourish some souls, oh

See listen here

I was taken back

When times was bad

We had some rags

But I found a bag

And I got my fam

These racks to hand

I don’t want be here no more

I’m tryna get out this hole

My wings they be growing with flow

I’m tryna just nourish some souls, oh

See listen here

I was taken back

When times was bad

We had some rags

But I found a bag

And I got my fam

These racks to hand

[Verse 2]

Young blacks be dying every day

Trap life ain’t get a nigga paid

40 in a hood next to a faith

Place only lead to early grave

Momma crying with the daily pray

Why we smile? Just to save some face?

Why we fight? We a rock in space!

Why I rhyme? Just to get some wage?

Nah man, this therapy for dysfunction

Escape corruption over my production

Seen a lot of stunting and a lot of bluffing

But you running nothing, ain’t for discussion, nigga

Rep a block that you don’t even own?

Typecast in place you don’t know

Imma keep it moving, my ten toes

Gamble like a Paul Newey with a peng flow

[Outro]

I can’t stand these bloggers man

They talk about how they’re for the underground and the art but really

They’re just tone deaf, ‘till the money and the counts funny

And on top of that, these locals make me wanna go anti social

Consistently comparing my vocal to one person, it drives me loco

Why can’t you see me as me, man

You know what, it doesn’t matter, I don’t care, you wanna know why

I’m not gone be here no more

Don’t even just try me no more, that’s right

Don’t try me, yo