ON ME - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ayo, Ian)

I ain't even worried bout nothing, but me

Chasing all of my dreams, tryna put my mom in double C

I ain't switching up it ain't me, tryna put my bros in Cuban links

I'm tryna get so rich, where every day is a shopping spree

And I put this shit on me, I swear to god we the winning team

And I put this shit on me, I'm going up that's a guarantee

And I put this shit on me, I know my brothers finna go succeed

Bitch I'm getting too flee, bitch I'm getting too fly

Niggas worried bout me, I'm just tryna get high

Why she saying she miss me, I told that stupid bitch to stop lying

I'm rocking Junya Watanabe, I'm rocking all black like a spy

I'm hoping that god really hear me, I pray for this every night

I don't wanna wake up, but I'm glad I do

Gotta keep my eyes on the prize

And my name, bitch its going round

Niggas hate, why thеy talking down

If that hoe my main, I might fly her out

Gotta keep my head up, I'm looking down

My brothеrs not finna let me fall down

I used to be down, standing tall now

Niggas like how, how do he it like that

My peoples like wow, You going up man I'm so glad

This shit took a while, but now there ain't no looking back

I'm up in H-Town, Riding round with a Glock in my lap

Give a inch, they want miles, niggas weird and I know that's a fact

There's some days I can't smile, some days where I can't interact

I know ima be fine, roll up gas, to get me to relax

Being me, tryna make an impact

I'm tryna get all these plaques

I'm tryna count up these racks

Getting flee, rocking Balenci tracks