Intro [Verse 1 Intellect] Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnn 8th grade graduated, high school Ive made it Fresh on the first day shit, ima show out Lyrically I am greatness, my classmates stay hating Dread my success like Haitians, they dont know about A short kid thats facing, a lot of problems impatient Bleach your dreams till you faded, ima unload now Bars like bullets, bullies get two clips Shoot lyrics like a 44 even though Im 56 I had waves make them nauseous, trying kill these hoes I should dress in caution Tape, but wait, they say, youll never make it Youll never get it, just quit it, I cant Im addicted Like Im smoking cigarettes, who better hear crickets My bars Verizon you not even cricket Im gifted, ambitious, relentless Im going green like Im energy efficient Im a sinner needing repentance Foolish Freshman Still In Him [Hook Intellect Katerra Bell] Im super cool, new shirt new shoes Super fly, you know Im that guy In this school, no rules, yo girl on my side, I swear the world mine Foolish freshmen, swear the best man Since slice bread and, hell learn his lesson The foolish freshman, living care free The whole wide world, Revolve around me [Verse 2 Intellect ] In my first class barely paying attention Rather be in first class with a Bad flight attendant That gets on my fly And Get to unzipping But I got to focus cause back when we was cotton picking School reading and knowledge was forbidden So I should have straight As and perfect attendance For all the people that was dying and lynching Civil activist everybody who fought for the privilege Black people should have the highest college admission Im trying to break the curse we was given, tell it good reddens But my writtens, are like forensics My verses need medics and clinics Spit disgusting I need a dentist Kire Rashad Dennis, using his God given Talent to change the world and shift it I am a Christian, not perfect Im still sinning Please Lord forgive him, Im trying to leave a mark crayola mentions Writing is my mission [Hook] [Verse 3 Intellect] Hate as my engine I could go blind and still have my vision Trying to give 3 red rings to the system Cause I know they want us dead or in prison I hope they feel the knowledge Im kicking I hope I stay in they mind its INTELLECT dont forget em See I know how I should be living Still Im focused on car clothes hoes and pimpin Getting kitten hittin until she limping [Hook] [Intro To Part 2] [Verse 1 Intellect] In 8th grade, I swore I had it made All these girls I played, was fresh and got all As I got teased for being an outkast, theyd ask You still aint big boy ? Then laugh I guess Im supposed to get big over night, Growth spurt Oh them short jokes wont work Who was the fool that said words dont hurt Like getting teased for what I wanted to be, and my dreams And the logo on my tees, like little league Fake shoes and cheap shirts, you wearing pucci not Gucci my rep in a hearse Cause girls talk and say Im a flirt, and I do dirt, like grave diggers Im digging my own grave, no casket, buried alive I should have just acme, but it wasnt proactive, couldnt find Myself Im trapped in this maze, as these walls cave All this hate, turns into my rage My emotions I caged, drove me insane I was well know yet as a lame, girls was hesitant to date Cause they knew I wanted to grind then skate I was short so they was skeptical anyway But Im big like Tom hanks if we lay I break you off then get lost in your title wave, like cast away Shell need a full body cast today, they would ignore me or laugh away [Hook Katerra Bell] When I look in the mirror, It couldnt get clearer What I see not familiar, I dont know how tell you Im ashamed of what I became, this smile just hide my pain Just trying to fit in, I lost who I am Who Am I, who am I, who am I What is life, when you look but cant find Just trynna fit in, I lost who I am [Verse 2 Intellect] I played it off like Im doing me which translates Im on xvideos masturbate I need a compass to locate who I am Look in the mirror and see nothing within But pain and hurt because all of my friends Turned enemies or they just pretend Its no Biggy still have faith but treated like lil Kim The world shall be mine Im invader Zim Im more gifted than Santas wish list on Christmas but still its seen as tiny Tim Then coming home, to your parents nagging saying you wrong Saying you cant and you wont And your family saying just go to college to get work Cause your dreams wont work, What are the odds 3 words 7 letters I got GOD But then again words from love ones Feel like a gun, pressed on your chest, or a knife to the neck Getting kicked in the shin, over and over again Or getting poked in the eye, until you go blind Everywhere I go is pain Im losing my mind Honestly I wish I would just.. To Be Continued
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