Brain (Numbers) - Intellectual

[Intro: Hodgy Beats]

I ain’t walking in the dark with my eyes closed man fuck that

Mama told me to use my brain

This is how I explain, exploding like a plane crash into a building

People speak with no effort of thought hope or feeling

That’s why the youth is fucked up now, adults killed them

I’m speaking ‘cause I’m one of them my sister is another one

You know that uncomfort numb?

Nightmares I’m still running from

But I run from none, teeth gold like I’m Southern

I won’t be quitting and spitting until I’m number one

And the funny thing is I’m only twenty-one

You niggas tummy tucked, your music sucks

You're just another one of them niggas who think they know it all

Well I know one thing, that boy is sure to fall

Wolf Gang

(You just think you know god damn motherfucking thing!)

No, I don’t even think I know everything man

(You don’t know nothing about life!)

What you talking about?

(The hell wrong with you? You need to listen to me!)

I am listening

(I’m your elder! I’m your Grandpa!)

Grandpa why you tripping?

(Shit!)

Man I’m out of here!

(Come here boy!)

I ain’t playing with my life no more I'm taking it serious

I never took shit serious until shit got serious

Niggas I hope you hearing this bitches I know you feeling this

The sky ain’t the ceiling take off the top unrevealing

The world's a hungry villain corrupting the lovely children

That’s such an ugly feeling, that’s such a bloody dealing

Nobody wants you winning it, rather see you getting booked

Finger prints and mug shots from guns caught in drug charges

When a man’s just trying to feed his family something so harmless

The bigger picture enlarges in the hood we are a carcass

In the suburbs we’re labeled targets

Can’t even walk my ass through Target without getting targeted

Ready to kill us all and get us carpeted

Fuck that nigga, shit, (brrap-brrap) fuck that nigga

Put my motherfucking gun up nigga this is USA bitch