Left Boy - Young God lyrics

[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 s**s 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 f**ing make - music Drop it at the club and they lose it [Verse 2] 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 sh** 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 sh** on Twitter I move real quick like a lazer printer Your girl real cute, but my chick is fitter With an a** so fat, got these b**h hoes bitter Back On Top Soon Back On Top Soon Should've worked in the winter Back On Top Soon Back On Top Soon Back On Top Soon Back On Top Soon Back On Top Soon Back On Top Soon