Intuitive

Broke as the fuck still, I need a way to get bread

'Cause I don't get paid on the first of the month, still

Doing my thing, I ain't new to the game, I stay true to it

I know what's next; I'm too intuitive

I see the future, if you did too then you'd be lucrative

Back then, they asked, "who the kid?"

And I ain't mad at 'em but now they know so don't be asking again

I'm Batman on the grill, you're just a flash in the pan

Whole life been shit and had to wipe with my hand

So I learned fast, hit the gas quick and blow past

A lack of motivation, just needed a kick to the ass and finally got one

Had to realize what'd be the outcome

If I just said fuck it and quit

End up proving all the people right who told me I would never be shit

That's why I'm grinding 'till I'm dead as a bitch

Life feeling like a dream, now I'm hoping that I never get pinched

I'm getting better, though, it's inch by inch

Every record that I write, they like and can't wait for the next

I do the most but I'm saying the less to say the least

Like Jehovah, gotta make em believe, capisce?

And the streets know my bitch a beauty and I'm in beast mode

I'm grinding 'till I can't no more, if you listen, thank me for it

I wake every day and I praise the Lord

Should be dead or my clothes made of orange, yeah

Man, what's it about? All the sudden people counting me out 'cause I left

Now they see I'm back popping like I stretched

Had nothing at the time and still shined

I engineered it all, to hear otherwise is making my gears grind

No way out, but don't try to poke your nose in my business, boy, stay out

I never asked no one for a favor, I did it all alone

Rapping since I was fourteen, still at my momma's home

Turned sixteen, I had to skate quick

I spent the first few weeks at Joe and Trey's crib

Day by day, was tryna figure it out

Then made my way over to Elliot's house

For a month or so until I moved further down south

To my hometown, few years later, feeling great and looking grown now