Going Ghost - Intellectual

[Intro]

I got issues

[Verse 1]

Don't know what’s wrong with me

Life don't belong to me, I'm twisted

But please don’t talk to me

I want my privacy, I'm different

My ex still stalking me

Stop private calling me, I'm clicking

My demons taunting me

They always talk to me, they're a mischief

Got me so back and forth like, why am I rapping for?

Paralyzed by my trauma, denying my problems

And pain that I can't ignore

It gets to the point that I get so motherfuckin' pissed, that I just can't record (Rrr)

So then I feel low, self loathe

Until, well, I snap of course

I need to restart, they critiquе my art

Regardless, I'm still leaving a mark

Achiеving it all, no need to applause

Every record I’m giving is me conveying my feelings

Hoping that one day I can just piece all my thoughts

I’m releasing songs that peak on the charts

Unique with the bars, I'm the underdog

But when you see me I’ma leave you in awe

Don't speak, I'm in charge

Keep thinking you're hard

I’ll put you on blast, we'll see who you are

Just see me tomorrow, 'cause

Either way, I'ma be here (Yuh)

You'll be gone I'll be here (Yuh)

I can tell your end's near

You have a weak career

Bitch I'm Sik, they probably shouldn't provoke him

I don't trip, I body shit and you know this

We don't click, it's obvious you have motives

I'll say this, I constantly feel alone (Alone)

[Chorus]

Strangers claiming that they know me

When they really fuckin' don't

Always saying that they love me

But then judge me on the low

It's fucked up, I scream "Fuck love"

I just don't want love anymore (No)

I'm gone, I gotta go

I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Yeah, yeah)

I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Ghost, ghost)

I'm gone (Ghost)

[Verse 2]

Oh, you're a fan? I don't believe it

How do I know? I'ma tell you the reason

You only know me from my "Seven Years Remix"

Check all my releases, my catalog deepens

My bag is heavy, I carry my demons

They cut 'till I'm bleeding

I'm up while you're sleeping

I'm not the bigger person, I'ma get even

The reaper of rap, bitch I'm back to my reaping

I'm thinking 'bout shaking this industry up

Got millions of streams, it isn't enough

You say you gon' diss me? I think it's a bluff

You're not on my radar, I'm levels above

I stick with my guts, just look what it's done

Got two million monthly listeners a month

I'm watching you plunge, I'm watching for fun

I love when you fail, I'm devious, huh

No (Nah, nah)

I was the good guy 'till you made me bad

The tables turned, now you feel my wrath

I'm flourishing' and I can't go back, woah (Woah, woah)

I'm not hollywood, or a sellout

I'm bringing you hell now

Always walk around with my head down 'cause