Artwork - Intellectual

[Intro]

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Smoove'L-L-L-L-L-L

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[Verse]

Trappin' back then, when I had no idea what was a backend

But nowadays I pray I be a big star and out in them backends

Young nigga from the 4, these dreams not over, and I gotta do little more

Don't fuck with the corny, it ain't for me, I open my own doors

Young nigga from the hood, livin' up to my expectations

Mama mad, skippin' class, I got the bag, no education

Ain't a fool for leavin' school, for the money, no hesitation

I was down on the ground, don't come around when I'm blowin' up

Only thing I'm doin' is movin' forward, no, I won't even look back

I had bought a Jansport, mama thought it was my bookbag, it was my juug bag

They don't know it's a mans sport, ran the streets, tripped on him, Mike grabbed it and took that

I'ma run up that money now, graduated for my mama, I'm back to the damn track

I was rockin' Balmain's in my dreams

I soon am gon' buy them things

Run it up until I make a new pack

If I lose it, for a fact it'd be bad

They was hatin' from the jump and I knew it

Mad at me, they had a chance and they blew it

Focus on me so you ain't gettin' to it

Capper, no capper, who you think you foolin'?

I can not let no one get in my head

Stay to myself, count up the debt

Never repeat her what I said

I do my own, I ain't misled

Whole lotta stress, still ain't take meds

Nappy-headed boy runnin' with less

Stay on his grind, stay away from feds

I cannot let 'em get in my-

Fuck these niggas and bitches, this money gon' stay with me

Promise I'll make it home, just keep your body on my sheets

Breakin' sticks and them stones, but I won't let them break me

If you showin' fake love then you can get away from me

For that money, I'm all in-in-in-in

When I'm up don't start callin'-in'-in'-in'

I be ballin', and scorin'-in'-in'-in'

They can't stop me, I'm torchin'-in'-in'-in', yeah

I done struggle for so long

I done wrote so many songs

'Bout to get rich and cop me some VLONE

Head to the top like I'm a drone

Melody in the trenches for my tone

Told her what happened but I'm puttin' on

Maybe the reason why I'm gettin' on

I know that they wanna put one in my dome

Hard time, nappy boy had to face it

Money I'm chasin', I'm human races

All alone, gotta watch who be fakin'

Weather my mood, then it would be rainin'

Show 'em I'm strong, steady maintainin'

I won't fuck with these niggas if bitches, they lamin'

I am too real to be messin' with fakin'

Voice of the trenches, nigga, I be singin'

Niggas be talkin' but ain't with the shits

Money be comin', it's comin' in quick

With my brother, I make sure that I split

Jump on the track, you know that I'ma spit

Talkin' 'bout me, but the shoe never fit

Jump in the car, I might go do a hit

Out of the mud, ain't ask for shit

When I get on I won't give 'em shit

I'm gone, show 'em I'm different

Mama, I never listen

Drama, was always in it

Choppa, make sure I hit it

Rider, I hope she with it

Save it, no, I won't spend it

Get on, and they gon' feel it

[Outro]