dread - Intellectual

[Intro]

Sayonara

Pain inside a young man, used to it, cruise through it

Shame inside my own hands, used to it, cruise through it

Fear of fame inside my own head, used to it

Heal the pain, I rhyme with my own pen, cruise to it

Fill your [?] with this type, this shit ain't no love

Origami, pick my diamonds, livin' the words that I speak

My craft is mine, and these [?] burnin' herbs that I breathe

Assist on [?] like these Herb niggas on beats

Roll up, I'm lightin' 'em an antonym to serve, there's no pity I can't interpret

Their actions at least concernin', at most, I think thеy deserve it

To bе hunted like vermin, dot red, they dead

Ain't no plaques sittin' on my walls, it's their heads instead

I dread that people watch, I dread that we don't pop, I dread my ego drops

Dread these things just like my [?] locks, keep my islands locked

I dread these ceilings drop, or we on top of the roof

My time full, my rhymes mold, no more searchin' for truth

[Chorus: JaWill & Yung Senju]

Damn, my hope and my trust in the process can't fold

I know that my lyrics tough, words made of gold

Sell my soul to you fucks, it's gotta be a joke

Put my goals in the blunt, this year gettin' smoked

Put my goals in the blunt, this year gettin' smoked (Yeah)

New Years resolution, I'll test my pen with the pros

Ain't no cons in the game when you peep the X's and O's (Yeah, yeah)

See, rappers cut off their souls like daddy exes and hoes

You hate to see our brothers and sisters losin' their ways

Can't be modern day slaves when our ancestors done paid

So many bad, so many tears, so many left

This what happens when your people startin' to race off a ledge

Two hunnid on the dash, ain't no way you don't crash, huh

Momma said that I could be the greatest rapper alive

Game is too competitive, I think I'll take a couple lives

Please don't ask to be my dawg if you all bark with little bite

I broke my chains a while ago, but I still keep a lil' ice

Me and JaWill, a couple years, gon' be some icons

Cobra Kai, kickin' shit, I'm more like a python

No Monte Septe Carlo, no segregated diamonds

Something's whiter than Jack Harlow, the lines is never hollow

My hope and my trust in the process can't fold

I know that my lyrics tough, words made of gold

Sell my soul to you fucks, it's gotta be a joke

Put my goals in the blunt, this year gettin' smoked