Years/Alone - Intellectual

[Part One: Years]

Ay, ay, ay, ay

I know your soul in the dirt, I know your head in the clouds

I know I'm rolling it first, shoutouts for holding me down

Holy, I'm holding the crown, it's funny you know of me now

Hopefully you understand, it ain't shade, I just needed a band

Shoutout Jodi, that's my man, y'all niggas just needed a plan

Shoutout Nicky, that's my dab, you should try running my life

You should try breathing this gas, it's hard trying to get to the future

I found that I needed my path, why do you stare 'cause I'm black?

Why do you care that I rap? If he been knew for some years, fuck

Why you now giving me daps? Y'all niggas is funny, I laugh

Press, he said Sunny the path, Boolie need money to bag

He need a crate off the slaps, I should sign up for some paths

Too many hills to re-climb

Yeah, ay, yeah, ay, yeah

I swear my papa know his kid the best

Believe I kept my promise, I ain't touch a cigarette

Bottom in the cess, I ain't into stress

'Cause that shit gon' bring you down when they intersect

Thanking backs on what you winning next, I did enough

I copped a sweatsuit off of Riverton

Watch us in this bitch, sweet like it's licorice

Watch the liquor dig, deep when I'm sipping it

'Til my speech like gibberish

On the weekend, act a fool but the weeknights innocent

We was going even when the green light isn't lit

L train, if you try to meet my syndicate

Remember all them sweet nights in a grip

He go hard 'cause the weak lines isn't him

And I'ma spaz if the feline isn't here

Each time, rhythm blare, deep mind, vision clear

5 train, east bound, switching gear

We cooking up until we burn the house down

Every course is like the fucking last round

I stand up, I don't fucking back down