YNM - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Uzoma, come here)

Young nigga millionaires

That's all I wanna be, millionaires

Uh, what I'd sign out to be a millionaire?

I came from proverty, a millionaire

Ain't no one stoppin' me

Yeah, I, yeah, I, uh

Yeah, I, yeah, I-ha

Yeah, I-ha-ha-ha

Like dead ass and all that rasta, I'm still doin' drills

We still in that field

Then a nigga play with mine, then, bitch, we shoot to kill

He play, receive that fire, I gotta keep it real

If you ran up or anything just know I kept it real

Fuck how a nigga feel, still tryna right these bills

I can't depend on too many, these niggas ride and squeal

Mama told me, "Never fuck with those tattletales"

And only time will tell who gon' keep it real

My niggas was broke, broke, not even a dollar to my neighbors

Game in a chokehold, leavin' all these dawgs for my bread

So I wanna hold, show me you gon' ride, never change

I'm in that mode, ayy, catch me at the top with them things