Way Out - Intellectual

[Hook]

Where you going?

Baby, could you tell me where you going?

Baby, you know outside is pouring

Half of these hoes, I mean all of these hoes they boring

So where you going? Where you going?

Yeah, I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone

I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone

[Bridge]

Smokin' that weed, them super loud trees, I'm stoned

Baby come smell the aroma, put you in that coma, that strong

You cannot fuck with the kid

I'm sellin' my strip, I'm honest, at least I'm honest

[Verse 1]

At least I know you love to drink

But you say you hardly smoke now

Tell what you think about those times I almost broke down

Tryna find a way, I was tryna find a way out

Why these niggas beggin'? Why? Beggin' with they hand out

Make me a purchase, done working my wrist

Niggas they talkin', but never do shit

Yeah, I roll with my team, I roll with my clique

It's that 8-7-8 and that 1-7-6

If it's back to the trap, then trappin' we go

Gimme some numbers, I make me some more

Running around like this shit is a maze

I need to start praying five times a day

Talk about money, you know we don't play

Hundreds and hundreds are stuffed in my jeans

Remember them nights that we grind on the couch

Hotline was ringing, the fiends they were blinging

They want it, they want it, they wanted some more

What you think I'ma do, give 'em some more

What you think I'ma do, make all my dough

Go out by RABBA, sell it for low

Walk around Jarvis Street if it move slow

We some new people you know how it goes

Break up the bank for for the profit I make

Plug used to ask me, what’s up with the chains?

Tell that lil bitch I just parted the game

Now look at the nigga, I came a long way