Intuition Freestyle

[Intro]
Who the fuck are you?

[Verse]
I got these gold medal goals, I ain't leaving with bronze
I need a fortune, not the type that's readng your palms
This ain't Seinfeld or Springer, I ain't beefing with Tom
But Jerry's putting on a show, and every season is strong
Yeah, there's a critic or two, but fuck a critic review
I learned to filter all it out just like a Brita would do
You gotta start somewhere, don't belittle the view
Don't underestimate the power of a little canoe
See, I've been dropping these quotes
On beats, you been watching me float
The flow tighter than a knot in a rope
I tie concepts together like I'm docking a boat
They do the least, then be wanting the most
It's quite ironic, yeah? Yeah
The plan tomorrow, that's the plan prior
Catch a buzz like Anheuser
Come for blood, I'm a vampire
Dracula, I know this game well, it's full of hot air
It's just a hand dryer
Same shit, really, you ain't fooling the boy
Quite the opposite, it's fueling the boy
This ain't a cash grab, lucrative ploy
I make art, that's fulfillment of self
It's just a bonus it's consumer enjoyed
So be about it if you speak it
Tryna take the easy way up, there ain't a ski lift
When they throw a wrench in the plan, you gotta tweek it
External validation's a bitch, so don't seek it
No secrets
If I ain't changing they mind, at least I'm making 'em think
Always sharpen the blade the way I skate in the rink
On the verse you getting washed like plates in the sink
Look, all my words stated in ink, that way it's permanent
Took advice straight from the greats, refurbished it
Took what I learned in my life, repurposed it
Treated food for thought like it's nourishment, observing it
And used all the negative chatter for some encouragement
So know the facts used to be the kid around the cul-de-sac
Still running circles around 'em, that's how you know it's whack
I don't even smoke, but my boy here rolling up something
Same size of a yoga mat
Damn, ayy, DJ, keep this shit running, it's a freeplay
We just tryna kick it like the PK, pardon me, that's cliché
If I ain't in the studio, I'm probably on a Mexican beach eating ceviche
I had to hit the dream goals, and that's just how the dream goes
Can't expect to get to the highs without extreme lows
Try to take a walk in my shoes, you'll be like clean clothes
You'd fold, break 'em off with these clean flows
If you need me, then you know where I'm at
See, I'm the only one that's holding me back
I used to think a dream was holding a plaque
And I ain't saying that I won't
But that's not why my intuition told me to rap in the first place