Cherry Pie - Intellectual

[Hook]

This shit just sound like a album

Lil' n*gga tell me what's the outcome

Only one mixtape in, you n*ggas stuck in the middle like malcolm

Between me and all of these rappers

They shit is scripted and these n*ggas actors

My name is Jesus, it really is Najjee but you spell it backwards

It sound more like Jesus

[Verse]

I heard that you need something deeper

That the dick can't fix and the pills can't itch

Someone who really believes in ya

Someone that you could believe in

The story starts off when a n*gga was 7

In love with a bitch, I ain't live the cash

It's killing my heart cause I bought her a ring for a gift and she wore it and gave that shit back

Her finger turned green

Her father just looked at me shaking his head, like what does this mean?

Well n*gga I'm 7, she told me she love me

I'm fight him forever, until we're together

I swear that she lied

She dating my n*gga, it hurts me inside

I wanna get money, I wanna outshine

I wanna go hustle, it eats me alive

I prided myself off the fact that everyone doubted

And left me the last on the field, to fend for myself

When a n*gga was young, hungry, the only one keeping it real

There on the shelf, the vision surreal

I see myself winning on top of the hill, with trophies, the king of my castle

My momma we made it, she crying, it's giving me chills

[Verse 2]

More of these fake n*ggas seeping in

The more that we kill, I ain't sign the deal

They offering deals for n*ggas who switched up, like how could you tell

The last of Mohican we fighting these demons

I'm off the pill

She's lost off the pills

She's fucking for thrills

She think she gon' fuck her way into a deal

A model, a actress, a singer would kill

Shine with a n*gga on stage

To grind on a n*gga backstage

Go home add her pics to back page

Hopefully she make the back pay

We fighting for scraps with the roaches and hopeless

Dream killers more realer

You lucky if Rodney get beat in my hood

I'm hustling weed got degrees out the hood