Kunta Kinte - Intellectual

[Intro]

(I-I-I-)

(Haha)

(I-I-I-)

Mmm

(Igbo Boy)

You're listening to the hottest in Philly

I was black as hell in middle school, they used to call me Kunta Kinte (Wait, what?)

Now, I'm the one your girl wanna hit and my whole fit full Givenchy (Yeah)

I get the bag every Monday, then I go blow it by the Wednesday (Buh)

My circle small like a Cheerio, I don't be moving very friendly

Spend a hunnid thousand on a Bentayga just to whip it like I rented (Skrrt)

Always told my mama I would be rich, I never cared 'bout what my rent say (Mama)

I'm in Tijuana in a club called Hong Kong, pants Helmut Lang (Yeah)

In my Junya Watanabe trench coat, I'ma ball like Juwanna Mann (i-i-iyrus)

20 days straight, been in my car, I done worked hard for every single chain (Chain)

I remember I ain't have a car, I still had a heart, I still made a way (Waeh)

In my Dirk Bikkimberg shoes, and Saint Laurent shades I can see the hate (Hate)

Pretty women with me all day, I think they just better my Feng Shui

It done took a long time, always knew that I could do it

22, I ran up seven figures off of music (Yeah)

Igbo Boy, well, I'm finna go and tattoo it (Yeah)

Put the stick to your ass, finna bamboo it

Rich black boy, still clutchin' that toolie (Baow)

I don't really wanna talk, I'ma just shoot it (Yeah)

(I-Igbo boy music)

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