Got This Year - Intellectual

[Hook]

I got this year, I got this year nigga I got this year (x6)

Every year I’mma do my thing

But this my year to pursue my dreams

So I got this

Fuck they circle and fuck they hoes (x8)

We got this, I’m killing shit in my rock smith

And I took this way, we hit the stage and drop off bombs like rasta

We straight up like our posture

We rock shit, ask Sasha

Throw stones at the throne, I’mma throw a bag of bones cuz I eat emcees so proper

We mobbing out like lobsters

And wear Squarian on our shirt

Then we rock em out, then pass em out

Til they put em up like dirt

Yea, the summer love don’t last

But money was always my first

I’m a lost hand for the car crash

Thank God my phantoms, it hurts

I’m boss tip when I cause shit

And no stripe shirt when I ball bitch

And that’s raw shit when I spit flames

Now bitches think big chains

But I kill shit for that pound cake

Money talk and that sound great

And I’ve been there and I done that

And everything you want, that sound fake

No snap back, a few tattoos

I snap back my shit cashews

I kill shit, get ass

That’s every track that I cash through

Kings run this game so you pawns, that’s your last move

I asked you it’s clear

We stay reppin that square

You always scared of admitting, that gas don’t pay for a kitchen

And droppin whack ass albums that we should get paid to listen

The biggest name is a chain, the biggest clique is a whip

But I’mma bring back the lines, call that shit Mason Dixon

Make the L7 model and now that model's my mission

My mama back on food stamps, only brought back my vision

Predators blowin up my cell, I could’ve broke out of prison

But when it’s finally finished I’ll say we finally did it