Work - Intellectual

[Hook]

A-yo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see

Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly

I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake

I put in work, and watch my status escalate

Just a small town boy reppin' EC-Illinois

Trying to make a bit of noise in a game full of decoys

I told you I'm not kidding when I said that I'm gonna get it

And this weed I'm gonna hit it until my thoughts forever lifted.

Go ahead and be a critic, Momma knows that I am gifted

And my dream I'm gonna live it, don't care if you cannot dig it

I come up with great melodies that seem to shake the many knees

Of the crowd and it seems they are very well and pleased

I feed them all they ever need to get away from the angry

Thoughts that also trouble me and become my sworn enemy

So let them criticize. They'll never synthesize

The type of fly rhymes and the flow that I provide

No gang that I am reppin'. I guess I'm too busy rappin'

So I can't give too much crap when some bullshit starts to happen

But Meijer would not hire so I'm stuck selling this fire

And no money could be wired, can't afford to get much higher

Prices boosting through the roof, need to find a new supplier

First time in a record booth, I was born to be a rhymer

I'm everything you want to be, what else do you expect from me?

Got plenty Z's of Cali trees to fill up an entire sea

I told you back at seventeen, I'd make my life out of this thing

This ever-growing grandeur dream that promotes peace and harmony

I guess you should believe in me. I live my life forever free

And always carry weed on me in case of an emergency

And need to quickly flee the scene of anti-positivity

And reform what life means to me based on all my memories

Few idols in my life, Guru and C-U-D-I

And Casanova Fly. Told to never tell a lie

It takes me by surprise that without which I would die

And bring tears to your eyes as you finally realize...