Generation X Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Takin' flight with no hesitation Levitatin' high Above the, yeah, expectation

Dreams reachin' heights, no need for no Limitation

Niggas breakin' folding under pressure like

A sheet of metal

Dedicated, I coach them all they need the Fundamentals

I'm floating ' high like a G6 in the sky

Got that magic touch, ain't no wicked shit But I'ma let it fly, oh, my

Niggas don't want no hands karate Kai

This ain't the FBI, but they connect just like

A spy

Not the one, nor the two, nor the three, so

Quit fuckin' with me Got these niggas by they Throat, I'm not lettin them breathe

I feel like Prime Dirt, he gon' fade away

Or Big Ben, put them bullets to his face

I don't give a fuck, I wanna make him have

A bad day

I might need to kidnap your bitch,

Make her lead the sleigh

Need a redbone, yeah, like Rudolph need his

Red nose

This flow so sick, so that more tickets than

Jordan with it cold

Niggas talkin' crazy on live, but never bold

Damn, hold on, hold on Okay,

Yeah, you in Grave danger, niggas really

Fruity rep the rainbow like a Power Ranger, Take the razor to his face Cut him like they High in fuckin' labor

Yeah And I do this shit with no favor, she suck Me up with no flavor

I put her in her raw super tight, like she been Tailored

This not the Middle East, but I beat her like

A crusader

See you later, I'ma dunk the bitch and glide off Like an old blazer

Niggas know I'm ruthless, fly to any state

And show them how to do it

This not an act Nah, cause these boys really Clueless

When I score, I hit the deuces

Ima call you princess, beat your ass, and then I'll leave you shoeless

Yeah, nigga, who you foolin'

They better stop creepin' cause nigga, I'm the One who's ghoulish

Yeah, ask me when I'm bout to publish told em, I don't know, I'm feelin' brutal

Gotta break these niggas, sippin' on wine, real Communal

Yeah, I'm bein' crucial Wait till the truth come Out, without approval

Draymond Greening niggas, choke you While You youthful

They headlining, niggas, Peter Parker, the Bugle

My tags expired, but, fuck it, no renewal, yeah

Ha-ha, Dodge 12, light bullets through the Matrix

Just be yourself or maybe not, that shit is basic

Got your hat, these niggas mad, when Jake hit

I'ma just pull up, yeah, and feel the bass hit