Limits - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Diamonds and a foreign car

High bills and 5 stars

Plenty xanny bars

Plenty money on your way to mars

Flexin' every fucking minute

You don't even know your limits

Dab up, take a hit

No happiness, you won't admit

House up in the hills

But you always in yo feels

Expensive 5 star meals

Sad bitch with high bills

Acting like you got it figured out

I'm with the sun you're with the cloud

Living in fear all you want is out

I got the answers you're in doubt

[Hook] (Miood)

All my homies living and we all just stacking digits

And I see the way u do things, honestly I just don’t fuck w it

U can call me Smoke cause at the start I was just hidden

Now I’m stunting on my own, fuck fake friends I don’t need em

Ride w my ones for a while I’ve been runnin low

I’ve seen what u shown that’s why I’m on my own

Peasants act like kings just so they have my fucking throne

Makin rhymes, gettin high that’s what I call my zone

[Verse] (Miood)

Ravens falling, haters dying

U keep on tryin, the stars are dyin

We still grindin, we keep on shinin

This the highs that we fuckin defining