Getting Started - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

This for all that shit that gone wrong and gone bad

That when good, but than come back

Them long roads and all that

But, I'm so prepared for this combat

I'm laced up, no MGK

Big salute, though the MGK

I've been locked out, no NBA

Before I hit the stage, let me pray

I've been kicked out, and ripped on

You would've thought by now that the kids gone

But, I stuck strong and I am strong

So, John Lennon lives on and

We don't give a fuck about what haters gotta say

We just grind hard every day and then we shove it in they face

Don't tell me what you do have, cool cap

I can't relate, do rap, move back

After my photoshoot, I bring the clothes and the shoes back

I'm from a town where them feds came

Locked everybody up off of cocaine

I saw that, did the same all for the hope of getting in the rap game

I've done big shows, small shows

'Fear what else could go wrong' shows

From the lost souls to award shows

I guess that's how this all goes, but don't blink now

You might miss it all, rain check when you invite me to Fall

Success, I got your call, all because of the things I saw

[Hook]

And if they thinking that it's over

Tell 'em we just getting started

I think they know we're getting closer

That's why they tryna make it harder

[Post-Hook]

But I like that, when you fight hard then I fight back

If I fall down then I bounce back, I'm talking like I'm right back

With a face like 'Yeah, it's like that'

Hit the stage with that 'might at'

Dressed to kill, night glass

Tell 'em websites they can type that

[Verse 2]

Like all good things, this takes time

You might've made your bet, but don't make mine

I hear the talk through the grapevine

But, I crushed that and drank great wine

I paid great lines across state lines

Only time I know is game time

I'm from that 8-4-5, name someone else hotter that ain't signed

Or is signed, that shit's fine

When I can out rhyme, pigs fly

Hell freezes, tail Jesus, competitions on the island

Doral reeves, said it'll be too late when they don't need us

Bunch of motherfucking male divas

We used to have to sell what the scale reads us

Shit's in color cause of my pale features

Now we getting paid when we sell features

Thank God, right, Mom?

I knew I broke your heart when your eyes saw

A shoebox full of that white raw, look like one big white ball

She cry when she turn them lights on

And told me that this life's wrong

What you think I'm trying to get this might for?

Adios, say my 'proach to this music shit that I did with coke

Start small, no calls, get a little money but you don't ball

Shit get shady, turn your phone off, no set ups

Then you won't fall, don't talk unless spoken to

And only do what you're supposed to do, and that's grind