Saul - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Gavin the HotRod]

Back in my day, boy, I feel like I made it

Anyone talking, I said they could save it

Yeah, yeah

Vroom, vroom

Yuh, yuh

Back in my day, boy, I feel like I made it

Anyone talking, I said they could save it

Yeah, I know I got a gift and I know I ain't make it

Any-who, yah, who are you, yuh?

Man, it don't matter

All you need to know is I'm better than all these fools, yuh

Shoot, I ain't even gotta try

I'm sitting on top of the world

I ain't never gon' die

The whole world on my shoulders

I ain't even gon' lie

But I'm going through it by myself with no one on my side

I know my mama gon' cry

'Cause she know I'm the greatest

Know when one day ima fly

But these days I'm feeling stable

Maybe one day, maybe one day

I'll be your favorite

But today I'm sitting on my throne just waiting on my David

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Jon Keith]

Yeah

Plenty, plenty

Stacking up pretty pennies

Thinking I'm righteous

'Cause I stopped hanging with Mary and Henny

So tie my tennies

Fill up the plate and don it like Benny's

But is it really legit

Or for the net like bad tennis?

I'm really dope

Followers give me those

I'm feeling like the man, keep it tho

I'm the billygoat and I'm skipping boi

My team gon' be alright

'Cause we all night chill

Up to the butt-crack of dawn so we can rise all year

I'm

Assuming that with the plan, I'll sit at the top (Go sit at the top)

I need my numbers to match my vision, I got a lot

I'm winning hearts

To kids, they singing along (Wait, wait, wait)

So why can't I shake this feeling I might be failing God?

[Chorus: Jon Keith]

Failing God

I might be failing God (Failing God)

Failing God

I might be failing God

Failing God

[Bridge: Jon Keith]

I can't seem to get it right

[Verse 2: Jon Keith]

Yuh, it really feel personal, don't it?

I picked up some demons on the way up

But I never picked up on it

And I got some deep, down iss-

Thought I left that buried down in the ocean

Sleeping with fishes

Lies are delicious

And I don't do dishes

You gotta be kidding me

I know my enemies well

Spent two months time going through hell

Share your secrets, I do not tell

I got my own, put 'em in jail

Keep it on lock, set up in cells

They can't touch, screw my health

Just give 'em rap, that's what sells

Eat with the bros, share the wealth (Ay)

Satan said to keep dancing

Rock the house until the ceiling come down

Tell me, what you even asking?

Why you talking about the real me now?

I just got up out the casket

Red in face, couldn't let it waste

Tried to shoot it, make it in the basket

Let me know where the stash is

[Chorus: Jon Keith]

I might be failing God

Ay, yeah

I think that I might be failing God

Failing God