Fresh Out the Bed - Intellectual

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, okay, uh, yeah

You now better gon listen to me closely

Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head

Yeah they need to be spread all across the map

Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator

Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper

I don't come from the rock bottom

I was never left forgotten, oh except for my own mother

She the one left me to rotten

But she still is my mom and my hairs aren't blond

So I ain't the type of guy here to scream at my mom

Fake people call me wack, but I respond em right back

Yo who's on this track and who secures the bag

You now better hit the road, yeah, cause this is my stage

And don't you ever ask again for them tickets, backstage

Yo I do this for my brother and I do this for my sister

For my mom and my dad, they were there when I was mad

There's an angel in the sky, everytime she passes by

She will give us all a smile and all our tears, they start to dry

Okay my momma, yeah she left me, but she never stopped to bless me

She will always be protecting me and if she needs me, she can text me

Try to say one thing wrong about me or my mom

I'll rip out your fucking tongue, yeah you'll be quiet all night long

I ain't got 1 2 3 4 diamonds on my neck

Or got 5 6 7 8 millions in the back

Yo, ofcourse I want them stacks and of course I want them plaques

But if I can't do that being real, I will just pass your fucking deal

Cause there's one thing for real, ain't no need for a Richard Mille

It's the respect that I want, yeah from you and your aunt

I want you look up to me, thinking yeah he made it, G

Never thought he'd be standing there, with those looks and that flair, yep

Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head

Yeah they need to be spread all across the map

Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator

Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper

I wrote this in my car, I layed bar after bar

Imagining I'm a rockstar, yeah, with no guitar

Go and try to censor it, you the only one that witnessed it

Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head

Yeah they need to be spread all across the map

Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator

Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper

I'm an ugly motherfucker with some things from which I suffer

I ain't the type of hugger cause I was left by my own mother

Never fell into the gutter, but I had a lot to cover

If it wasn't for my bro's, then I probably would be smothered

MGK, Eminem, great influence, let them in

Lyrical genius, called him slim

Lets go back to the moment when

My ego said: you can do this thing

Go for it, yeah you will win

Get that fame, no wedding ring

When you come back, they'll call you king

Took some paper and laid the words

I can't bring them without a curse

Hate on me, it works adverse

1 minute later, 3 new verse

Bring em right to the producer

Cozy yeah, better call him sir

We go bigger, you gotta hold on

I'm bout to be a phenomenon

Can't fuck with my crew, we all bout to blew

Right up in the sky, dude save it, you'll cry

The things we gon do, we ain't doing it for you

Check the statistics before you gon sue

Increasing my speed, now sweat in my sweater

People wil say goddamnit, that's clever

Guess who's here, ain't gonna dissapear

Just to make it clear, there is nothing that I fear

Once I am that famous, I'll take my homies to some places

We would bang all kind of races, from the front right to the anus

My homies and my fam, they made me the way I am

And if you think I'm a fag, come to me, I'll get you back

Now rewind, replay and now please listen to the lyrics

Goddamn, I mean, I really bring you a message

Haha fuck