CLEAR DA CROWD - Intellectual

[Intro]

We ain't new to this, we true to this

This is—

Bitch

I can't be complacent, walk up in this bitch and they like, "Go"

Even though you're wrong, I shouldn't be the one to let you know

Everything is artificial, I feel like I'm going home

Even when I'm with my best friends, I stare at my phone

I got shit to hide (Hide), I got shit to lose (No)

We got so much time but I don't got time for you

Everything I do so big, nothing I do minuscule

I been at this since a jit, fuckin' up since middle school, nah

Who am I? (Who) I'm still tryna figure that out

It's hard to say what's 'bout to happen, never dippin' out (What?)

Who am I? (Who) I'm the type to clear the crowd

At the same time, when I speak, they all shut they mouths

Off that pop shit, I been on my God shit (God)

Oh my God, bitch, you so damn mad I'm locked in

Yes, I'm locked in, block that bitch, you toxic

And if she drop, and you'll end up in a moshpit (Nah)

Whether you like it or not, I'll still remain (Yeah)

Steady ballin' with my guys, posted in the paint

I stay vigilant, even when I go through pain

If I'm 'boutta lose you, I could care less 'bout that fame

I'm tryna stack this bread with you, I'm tryna stack this bread on God

I'm tryna do this for myself, I'm tryna do this for my mom

I'm tryna stack my bands at the point where I ain't gotta worry 'bout this shit no more

At the same time, I hope this music work 'cause I don't wanna work (Bitch)