Within’ The Mist - Intellectual

[Verse 1:]

There's too much shit, it keeps gettin' in my way

Got nothin' but wishful thinkin', almost like everyday

Same song, same verse, niggas thinkin' I'm tryna play

Not down with fucked up shit, not gonna make me cray

Crazy to the point of no return, not gonna happen

Niggas need to fuck off, cause I ain't playin'

I'm fine in my state, it doesn't need a change

Judged by the contents, don't even bother flippin' the page

Filled with fake love, But I got the real shit

Dealin' with different niggas, like I was John Wick

Retired from the drama, just wanna be rich

Movin forward in lifе, and droppin' all the conflict

Ridin' on some new shit, and ignorin' thе bitch

Slowly started to shift, seein' within' the midst

Will-o'-the-wisp, disapearin' within' the deep mist

As karma as my witness, I'm gonna get through this

I'm a situation prophet, I know what always comes next

I don't take pride, but these are the facts

Overwhelmed to a certain point, I know what I lack

The foundation slowly starts to crumble, but I seem to make it through the cracks

Alone in my solitude, only one person gots my back

Can't seem to relax, cause my senses feels the comin' attacks

Niggas and me constantly clashin', nothin' but negative feedback

I'm gonna go high , in my rocket, like I was a space cadet