Gimme a Second - Intellectual

[Intro]

Gimme a second, uh

Gimme a second, yeah

Gimme a second

Listen what I'm sayin' to you, uh huh, listen

Gimme a second

All I need is a second, yeah

Gimme a second, uh

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Aye, listen, Cole talk that college talk, Wayne talks gangs

Jay be talkin' money, man, and 'Ye talk fame

And people say I talk about the same ol' thing

Reason that I sound the same 'cause the Truth don't change

Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in a spirit

If I ain't talkin' killin', I must be talkin' 'bout healin'

And I ain't talking 'bout how Jesus gon' make me a million

With my hands to the ceilin', I got that spiritual feelin'

Head bowed down, knees to the floor

You a Christian and you rap? That must be the way you flow—no

I talk reality like momma on her death bed

The birth of a child, a soldier losin' his left leg

Who gon' write songs to give him hope in his chair?

Addicted to pain killers, wife left last year

Your favorite rapper was prolly tryna make his next hit

Talkin' look at what I got, who I shot, and who I tipped

Couldn't be more common if them boys made sense

Couldn't be more common if Serena was they chick

And this is not a diss, this how reality sound

Let it off my mind, this how my mentality sound

Yeah!

[Chorus]

Everything I do, I do it for you

I don't want a single thing, I don't want a single thing

Ain't got no kind of angle, I ain't tryna play

You ain't gotta know my name, you ain't gotta know my name

But in my short time on this Earth

I done died, been rebirthed and I know this sounds strange to you

So give me a lil' time, let me spit a couple lines and I promise—

It might just change you too, change you too

[Verse 2]

I sound like the mad rapper 'cause I'm crazy

The radio be like, "We love you," but they never play me

And I be doin' shows like, "You ain't even gotta pay me"

I just wanna spread the same message that done saved me

You see, I prolly grew up just like you

Tellin' my heroes, "Man, I wanna be just like you"

I got in trouble, went to court

Judge showed me couple inmates and he told me, "Man, they started off just like you"

I never rolled around strapped, I was busy chasin' girls and money

I played ball and smoked weed, thought the world was funny

I went to church a few times, with my head on a swivel

And I was lookin' for the bad ones that sat in the middle

I couldn't remember a sermon, I never caught the Spirit

And if Christians was tryna rap, man, I'm not tryna hear it

I never would've imagined that I'd be rhymin'

About the same God that I couldn't confide in

Never planned to get married, raise a family, help kids grow up

Visit people in prison, I was busy tryna blow up

But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these folks dress

Or the engine in they trunk, all I want is soul rest

And I'm so blessed, look at what He did to me

How could I keep this to myself? Somebody bled for me

Nah, you just gon' have to hate this

'Cause God's the only reason that I'm able to say this

So play this