Before I Make It - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Before i make it

Yeah

Told myself, "You’ll make it," right before I fall asleep

Cousin of death — but I dont got no cousin to call for peace

Staring at the ceiling, dreaming bigger than my street

Label tried to mold me — I don’t fold, I got the heat

No handouts, no crutch, just pain inside my pen

If I don’t make it, I’m still realer than those in the prn

They chasing charts, I chase a purpose when I vent

Scared to die unknown but scared to fake to pay the rent

Walk in my shoes and you’ll trip on the pressure I lace in 'em

Industry cold, tryna sell dreams that got no faith in 'em

I seen the best lose soul chasin’ a check and chain

I seen the rest lose heart chasin' a flash of fame

But I ain't foldin', I’m chosen, I know that deep in my chest

Even when I doubt myself, I still say I’m the best

If I die before I blow, let my verse be a will

Tell the world I meant every word, and I said it for real (For real)

For real

(Told yall i ain't playing right there, damn)

(Hold on, right now, okay)

Bitch my pen and voice is lethal

Write like im always in the right

My flow is tight

Ask myself "Am i really right heeere?"

Naaah can't believe this shit

Crying while my pen glide, I've seen this in my dreams and shit

Cut my heart into parts like Kendrick Lamar did

You only see one part of it, other five are hidden deep

I bury ‘em under beats, let trauma and snares speak

Turn pain to percussion, I bleed where the drums leak

Cause goddamn I want a crib and seven mil, bruh

Penthouse view with the marble on the sill, huh

Don’t need no deal, I just manifest the will, huh

Dreams too loud, I can't ever keep it chill, bruh

Cause goddamn I want the chain to match the jet, bruh

Talkin’ smooth, but I ain’t never been a pet, bruh

She said I changed, I said I barely even slept, huh

Tunnel vision, I’m just tryna earn respect, bruh

And I’m not tryna disrespect all the legends out there

I just wanna share my art, share my dreams and live in peace

You want the crown? Go 'head. I want a crowd that feels my pain

Want my name etched in hearts, not just carved in golden chains (Bitch)