Better Me - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I get a ghetto gospel, only right considering the ghetto was my Hostel

Memory is gone but I’m recalling all through High School

Even at my lowest I was sitting on my high stool, that’s what being high do

If I couldn’t do shit, was always able to tote

They told that a nigga would die before I was able to vote

Probably cause me and my constituents and all the shit we did

The M.R.I couldn’t tell you what the issue is

With my treason came a cause that I believed in

Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason?

At times I had to take dough, nigga did whatever for a peso

Being from the hood ‘ll be my scapegoat

Or can it be, cause I wasn’t born into a canopy

Maybe I was prone to falling in love with vanity

Tell me shit you reap is the shit you sow

Tell God I’m better then the shit I show, I gotta grow

[Hook:2X (Incubus sample "dig" Sped up)]

Another, Dig me up from under what is covering

The better part of me

[Verse 2]

Now niggas say I floss too much

So, has he changed cause I don’t think that thousand dollar T costs too much

All they should say is that he’s strong, came out the fire unscathed

Yea I carried on, Lou Vuitton carry on

Had the ‘matti’ on, but my blessings at a delay

Now to lace my chick at Esay is sort of cliche

Plane ain’t gon never land, unless it’s in Netherlands

20 on that gold face breightling with the leather band

Asked for a better hand

I tried colliding with my problems, yea, I never ran

That would make me less a man

I ain’t go from not having it to being arrogant

I dreamt, went grabbin it, just being passionate

Some niggas get complacent, why?

Dudes is new born birds just afraid to fly

If your foot's on the brakes, can’t ride

Me, I spread my wings inhale and embrace that high

[Hook]

Another, Dig me up from under what is covering

The better part of me

[Bridge]

Give it away, give it away, give it away now!

[Verse 3]

Part of me was gruesome, I ain’t change, I grew some

And if I did change I’d welcome that shit to come

Dudes that smoked trees with me, dudes that used to be with me

They say I switched up on ‘em and did a 360

Cause I don’t burn it down, but to me it’s common sense

Wanna see the other side? Gotta turn around

Show ‘em ya game face

I tell ‘em we was on the same track but wasn’t running that same race

We ain’t in the same space, but I ain’t gonna change pace

Something won’t let me slow down, I can’t explain fate

So don’t say I went from broke to bourgeois

I’m far from high end, I just know what suits me

Ma’fucka!