The IMAGE - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Taelor Gray]

Went from Elevationist to an up-and-coming

Took a couple summers till they caught the undercurrent

My heart going till I’m listening to Lovesick

The record label crash when you leave without a compass

They run and tell they’re famous homies with a box of tissues

Cause when you don’t make music you can hide from all your issues

I’m rapping with my real name, this is not a metaphor

I don’t make no music that’s gon' sacrifice my credit score

I don’t play no pastor just to get someone to trust me

I’m laughing when them fake goons try to come and shush me

Look I just say my peace and that just sound too personal

Staying independent so I can let these verses go

Met a couple brothers turn to lifelong family

So I don’t fight for mentions and don’t nobody manage me

Keep me in the skyscrapers dapping up the clouds

Cause I get the highest highs when no one else around

Look these clowns want the real and they can let me go

I’m chilling on the pleasantries and we can keep it cold

Only time I take the high road is on the way to Shiloh

You don’t want to see this part then you just keep your eyes closed

[Verse 2: Christon Gray]

Peace to the genre and peace to Obama

I pledge allegiance, comma

I love Drake but I’m a better singer and a better rapper

Better than Rihanna, Tame Impala said let it happen

No shade, I think Drake’s LeBron and Jay is Jordan

Far as Kanye, let me put it in layman’s form

Dude’s tryna stay important while he’s slaying corporate

But ya’ll ain’t praying for him, ya’ll aiming for him

Now nothing says forever like a diamond ring

So true, but I can see the other side of things

Some love you until they notice the irony

And some think that I’m a Cain, but I’m a king

Had a broken heart for breakfast and a dream for dinner

There’re some moments of reflection I need to consider

Game over, the labels froze my cash flow

That’s for the birds man, we’re flying south for the winter

Now I’m going west, won’t catch Fievel

I’m somewhere in LA with a Kodak smile

Me and bae in the Bay, I’m like the golden child

But I need to go home and see my oldest child Maya Blue

My other kids are my brother’s kids

Shout out to Tae, you know what it is

Now I’m back up in the Bay, Oakland style

Shoes so raw, this is [?]

Yeah they be making beauty out of low-res files

Squint, shoot photos like a projectile, boom

Yo I need this to be beautiful

Picture perfect this is beautiful

[Verse 3: Jonathan Baker]

Before the beauty is gone, you gotta live it

Please don’t die with your song, it’s still in you

Don’t you know your life is a song, the globe need it

[…] your life’s a record spin worship y'all

[Outro: Christon Gray]

And a thousand words later

Beauty is me

And a thousand words later

Beauty is me

And a thousand words later

And a thousand verses later

Beauty is me