Young God - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I'm Matthew McConaughey

Tapping my chest on a horse

In the prairie, the Wild Wild West

Tessy on the phone, sounding real real stressed

Yeah, the label want an album, but the album don't exist

I don't work under pressure

I mean, I really don't work, it sucks

I'm laying in the sun with the bag, case is shut

With an account balance of minus 40 thousand bucks (wew!)

I should've worked in the winter

I looked in the mirror: "You don't work, you're a winner"

No, I'm a Dillinger, man, I never surrender

Young God, Young God

Back in December

I buy my tour, this is how I do it

You got me in the store right now, let me rap good

This is how I sound like when I fucking make - music

Drop it at the club and they lose it

It's all it is

Recorded on my phone

A sample of me slapping on my chest and going "Oooh"

I make a beat like a bolognese

I just throw a bunch of shit in the microwave

And it come out real hot like Caitlyn Jenner

So hot that I make 'em kids pray for winter

In the middle of Ramadan, am I [?] a sinner

Eat steaks for lunch and pork buns for dinner

I'm in Marrakesh, baby, put that shit on Twitter

I move real quick like a lazer printer

Your girl real cute, but my chick is fitter

With an ass so fat, got these bitch hoes bitter

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Should've worked in the winter

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