Steve Rogers - Intellectual

[Intro]

Phone buzzin' with motherfuckers like I got any friends

Ain't have any money for me leave you open and read

Kind of busy with what i’m doin give a fuck what you said

But still they love a motherfucker like they heard I was dead

[Verse I]

I got bitches takin' pictures just to prove they was with us

When I open my bank account I look at six different figures

Won't ever look back not even after crossin' the finish

And don't talk to me like i'm crazy, bitch, its clear I been winning

‘For people come in thе crib we hide the monеy and pistols

I know greeds a son of a bitch and I don't any issue

I don't believe in good or evil I just keep the shit simple

How i’m livin' is so American, its nothin' to kill you

People tell me I done lost it askin' where that I gone

Complainin' how I done changed in a million ways for the wrong

Ain't easy to hate I carved out my own lane with my dogs

And now we're fillin' up my pockets for way more than the songs

A dozen bodies in the back seat it feel like a taxi

Bad bitches on my lap, runnin' game like an athlete

All of this fuckin' money turned me into a math geek

Fuck it, when I was broke bitches walked right past me

[Pre-Hook]

They sayin they hail marys. Glorys, and Our fathers

I give a fuck if you hotter, I could freeze your dripping water

Ho, so don’t bother

We stove to go f’ather

Audemar on my wrist. Fuck it, i’m Steve Rogers

[Hook]

Fuck it, i’m Steve Rogers

(x4)

Ho, so don’t bother

We strove to go farther

Audemar on my wrist

Fuck it, i’m Steve Rogers

[Verse II]

I done flooded up my chain doin' shit that you 'prolly can't

Cartier through my cuffs straight turn me to Johnny Dang

I just really wanna stunt, gold fronts, and a classy dame

Paul Walker with the gas I stay in the passing lane (hey)

Motherfuckers don’t try to hide that they been known i’m a giant

I been barred from performin' more than once for startin' a riot

If you talkin' tough to my face then be prepared to get violent

I got sweepers and automatics i’m the type to by wildin'

Got plenty of shooters ridin' not includin' myself

I’m Pacman Jones to all of the bullshit you yell

You better watch the throne, leave your driveway scattered with shells

I’m too damn cold to ever be livin in hell

(Amen)

[Pre-Hook]

They sayin they hail marys. Glorys, and Our fathers

I give a fuck if you hotter, I could freeze your dripping water

Ho, so don’t bother

We stove to go f’ather

Audemar on my wrist. Fuck it, i’m Steve Rogers

[Hook]

Fuck it, i’m Steve Rogers

(x4)

Ho, so don’t bother

We strove to go farther

Audemar on my wrist

Fuck it, i’m Steve Rogers