We Did It, Kid - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Prelevelist & Rick James]

Look

You ain’t never know about love

Till you get letters from uh, everyone you ever loved

Like from 5 doves, it ain’t my stuff

So maybe just fly away you ain’t that tough

About my own flow, but y’all look low

At friends you know but, simp for weirdos

So guess you the weirdo and theres points where you cheer

So much you let yo career go up (Look at ya, look at ya)

But its never really my fault, motherfuckers scared halt

Seasoned up with my salt

They wanna join my cult, funny I ain’t got one

So colt right in yo bright skull, heh (Look at ya, look at ya)

Ayo I really have to space out

Im K.D, big clout, I can be, in clouds

Be as high as the sky with a big mouth

But shoutout to Max for this beat he the one proud (Look at ya, look at ya)

I be loud, but he sounds, like he's bound to be the best in town

So get down and go bow to his feet

Because he is both the king and the queen

And maybe, second best producer of all time to me

And myself and I

But not tryna go fry other fishes that be too small

I get the bigger ones to fry

So give this rap a try, it might be worth it

But to me I like how I be sounding, I might sound so perfect

[Chorus: Prelevelist]

We did it, kid

We did this perfect shit

I be such a hit under lists, deadliness

But then we list people we know is the shit

So give this rap a chance

[Verse 2: Prelevelist & Rick James]

Imma go into my rapper flow

Aw yeah, I know people flow to this is gold

But they rap about ice, I just rap being cold

So I wrap around some stories that are being told (Look at ya, look at ya)

But its never mentioned

Its all undergrounds of rappers noticed and they corykenshin

Some they bars be stenchin’

But they just miss the ball and they just gotta go and bench it

Pressed in (Look at ya, look at ya)

Pressure make these people hatin’

Baking but betraying making sure they never bake it

And these rappers quit to early I’m just glad I’m making haymakers

If Tyler, The Creator is creating then I’m makin’ (Look at ya, look at ya)

Heat steakin’, bread staking

But dont trust what people say into the net

You never know one day you go into the address and shot at necks

And you never see family again (Look at ya, look at ya)

Thats whats meant to be, but thats never to men

They too focused on everything except the life that they brought them

Two drum rim

With a two stocked stim

But my bitches be needing a moment the way they be shaking hips (Look at ya, look at ya)