Chapter 17 - Intellectual

[Intro: Derek Knives]

You should stay clear out my mutha' fuckin’ face bitch

My niggas will catch you in your day or on your night shift

Appreciate yo' girl she got a good head on those shoulders

I'm movin’ like a king while I'm thinkin' like a soldier

You makin' scheme for that cream, and rattin' out for cheese

I got a whistle blower askin' how I do that breeze

Let the paper stack up until it rips the seams

Or let the paper stack up until it makes us freeze

The masonry melodic temple, come and fill my cup

Punch lines with no fruit, you can get fucked up

The definition of yo' life, yeah it's all fucked up

I’m HD in the scene, lookin’ no fucked up

Well you been fucked up

And I seen fuck ups

And I seen you in the mirror lookin' real erupt

And I demand an explanation for my recent seen

Cause I don’t think my baby would ever be in that scene

Chad why you tryna' lie to me

Why you never wanna ride with me

Why you changin' up your style but never smile for me

I want answers cause my life's really been wild with me

I done grew up in the slums, turned myself into a bum

You see how it started, how I grew up so numb

Too afraid to get a job, I’m so sorry mom

I tried to do my best but these moments feeling robbed

I'm talking bout school , saying I know that Ima' finish

I'm skipping every day, I can't focus back In This

I'm almost 18 and I ain't ready for the world

Not ready for no kids I ain't ready for no girl

Don't wanna go to college , and you know I'm being honest

Expected to be great but I just wanna just rap on it

This ain't the life that I chosen, get your mental

Don't give me work advice I won't find that shit helpful

Never useful used, punchlines they've been abused

I don't need that I'm only here for the truth

Teachers think it's funny when I say this my career

But you won't be laughing when I drop something this year

I'm talking bout seventeen, don't even mess with me

Cause I'm going off the next time that they flex on me

I was tryna' be the best in my city

Then I figured out and reality it hit me

Niggas like me never make it out the gutter

But if I do then tell my mother that I love her

So head to the pedestal, it's unforgettable

I just want the commas get the change from these decimals