Jimmy Fallon - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Milan, you really made it)

I feel like I'm in a hole, tryna make it out

Had some homies die up in the past, they ain't make it out

Niggas talking bout my music's trash, you mistaken now

But right now, I feel like the best, lemme break it down

I started rapping at the age of 6, I just had the talent

When I rap, I'm putting on a show, feel like Jimmy Fallon

No, I ain't no talking bout no Meg, but my girl a Stallion

Tease her out my bank account, got more than a thousand

I could climb up any mountain

Water my wrist, not talking fountain

Stacks on stacks on stacks, I'm counting

Bad lil bitch, I think she's Italian

This not that hard, it don't take no effort

Whole lotta red, not talking Carti, I feel like Clifford

Sticking with my dogs, yeah, my German shepherds

And I pray to God everyday, the lord's my shepherd

I'll worry about that after, lemme switch the chapter

And I got the word everyday, feel like the pastor

Looking at my numbers going up faster and faster

And I jumped out the Porche, shout out Dirty Glow Bastard

Shout out my boy Bubba

Got my board I'm talkin' hover, and I'm always working hard I ain't got no time for slumber