Young & Lit - Intellectual

[Intro]

(How long I’ma spend profilin’?)

(She walk in and complements my closet)

With who? The girl next door, you know?

(Fuck her on the floor like I don’t give a fuck bout it)

(Getting clouded when your clouded) Yo man

You see ice on my chain, it don’t mean that I’m rich

I could put ice on my wrist

Though I’m young and I’m lit

And I’m tryna get rich

Tryna cop that AMG whip

See a smile on my face

When I hope in the rave

I don’t know why the hate on the kid

But it is what it is, lemme burn that bridge

Broski, are you taking the piss?

Don’t you know I’m a teen and I roll with titans?

Aye bro, that talk is cheap, man

Listen to what the yute says like Simon

Pray to the Lord when you enter the jungle

Cah it’s filled with the snakes and lions

He wanna hop out the ride and spin that

Bro, spin that like my broski Ryan

I can still see the gyal dem spying

Lemme act like a G don’t notice

But in my mind, lemme keep that noted

Why do boys love to chat on the kid

But half of them boys look homeless?

Lowe it, I need to stay focused

Still stacking my bread like Hovis

Gonna get lit if I step to a motive

Knocking them boys over like bowling

How you gonna hate on the kid liveo when you ain’t even got motion?

That’s someone’s rent on the neck, man, look at that ocean