Had To Do - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Harto cooked this one up)

Fatt

Yeah (Yeah)

All my brothers came up robbin', every day, we skippin' school

I was broke, didn't work a job, dropped my head and pushed it through

Yeah, I could teach you how to take a dub, I could teach you how to lose

Stayed the course and kept on going, I had some shit I had to prove

"Mack, how you get rich so quick?" I had some shit I had to do

Yeah, we was hungry as a bitch, go rob a nigga, buy some food

Yeah, bro just told me, "You gon' blow and ain't no nigga hot as you"

I put my life up on the line, I'm just a different type of dude, yeah

Had a dream they took me out, I woke up and bought a switch

I got death sittin' on my mind, I got demons on my chest

Mad me sad, it made smile, I double back, you made me sick

I buy Dior, I buy Rick, if you pick it out, you get it

I get sad, I'm in my feelings, you get mad and you stop listening

In my bag, they made me mad, I just might flash and leave no witness

I pop my Xans and you get distant, always sayin' it hurt my image

When I get too high, you say I'm not appealing

You ain't never gon' ask what's on my mind, I guess it's fuck my feelings

I can't slut this bitch at all, she might go and fuck my nigga

Yeah, when I get too drunk, I do too much, I can't even hold my liquor

Yeah, any time you see me in the club, you know I snuck my pistol in

Or I ain't go

I start fallin' back, I felt your energy and I ain't want it

I remember everyone belittled me, but they ain't know

I know niggas probably wanna get at me, but they ain't bold

I remember poppin' out three times a week in the same clothes

It's some niggas rappin' and they hate on me 'cause they ain't blow

Told the pops I learned a lot, it's a lot of shit I ain't know

He called you broke, I took her shoppin', I had fun with your main ho

And I'm really rich, as fuck, I'm nineteen with same soul