Next Up? - Intellectual

(Intro)

Yeah, Cool

(Verse 1)

Still on the same road struggling, money finally doubling

Tryna make something on this life, and bring my brothers in

2019, so I run with it, in the booth, banger after banger, I have fun with it

Cold heart, in a cold world

No corn, they've got no shells

These bruddas chatting and yapping, and it's fraction of what's happening

They pose in a tracky, thats not what fashion is

These ladies see a Mercedes and they get love struck

But they don't see what's inside or when it's untucked

Or when a grown man's winding down the window at a yunger

I'm looking at these bruddas like they're dumb fucks

Brothers first, they went from speaking to beefing

And now they threaten each other with what they eat with

I'm looking at my mother, I'm telling her I love her

And one day I'll do her proud and ima' leave her so speechless

(Chorus)

But we've gotta move on

Coz' life will be the same when we're dead and gone

When we're dead gone

Oh I pray for them, better days

When the world is set a' straight, straight

(Verse 2)

Look, I'm a believer but I sin a lot

I praise the lord whilst I'm grinding coz' I win a lot

Yeah, matching soldier til' I'm at the top

Still with the same brothers jugging and we'll never stop

Yeah, I'm on the road, but I'm on my own, I'm on a slope

Still winning, born sinning, but they don't know

Chase figures, love women, no playing bro

Same digits, still wid' it, same phone

Uh, I guess the craft is on medication

Head down, dodging all these temptations

And Mummy says I move impatient

I told her that me and these guys ain't on the same status

Cus' instead of carrying a wap

I'm tryna put my city on the map