Genesis Lyrics

I been too good for this shit

I could just sleep on the beat

And it would be a hit

Told my momma I would be a hit

Since a lil jit

I been had my mind in my spit

Got 30 round stock in my clip

Got my side on my hip

My mind on my flip

Got zaza all in my zip

Rolled up Afghan in my blunt

Coated OG I drip, woah

These niggas ain't gettin they check full

They really be gettin' they leg pulled

Listen, if I didn't know know better I'd say they was tryna be disrespectful

My mind is my golden temple

These lines, they come straight from my temple

It's all vivid, that they so livid

We ain't goin' into it gentle, woah

My nigga

What's happenin'

Said he want war

But I knew he wasn't bout that action

Nah, he won't front on my faction

Boy, when I looked in his eyes

Swear I knew he was cappin'

Nigga, I'm done with the rappin'

If you ever catching me slippin, you ain't catchin' me lacking

Just put her feline in fashion

Nah, they can't copycat, I done declawed they passion

Nine Glocks at the function

Full clip automatic, mass destruction

Know I don't sell dope but he crunchin'

So, I be the middleman like conjunctions

I built a bigger man like construction

I got a bigger plan, no instructions

Said my niggas to fly t-too die

So we finna blow up like combustion

All my niggas finna be up

No discussion

See, that pussy gettin' beat up

No concussion

Hit it like a drive by

I die sly

Fly high, runnin' fades

Wit' yo' youngins

Said he finna get him a brand new Russian

Said he finna fetch him and his cousin

Big brodie tracked rock, he got back stocked

Now he cracks rocks in the dungeon

I said, look lil' nigga

I am the professional, maybe more like your sentinel

More like your general

Not even of rapping just of life in general

Y'all wastes of a seminal

Shots of adrenaline

Straight at yo' ventricle

Most highly commendable

Should only be sensible

My kingdom not enterable

You need to take one good look at yo bitch

I bet she think that I'm packin' a bit

I bet that I get down to mackin' right quick

I bet that she shaking her ass to this shit

Good lord, I'm a hood lord

I bet I get yo' dogs attacked just like Vic

I bet that I get yo' ass clacked in a lick

I bet they don't get one good pass on the Kid

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People repeatedly

Weasel between their knees

Creedal of evil thieves

Heatedly beam a three

Evenly equally

Deceitfully decently

Secretly fiendishly

Seem like a deity

Full of obscenities

Speakin' it ceaselessly

Speak it with chieftaincy

Dreamily easily

Free of the regency

Free of their greed

I see spectrums of colors, free of indecency

He said he was bout the smoke

Didn't you hear when he said that he wanted it

Yup

He summoned it

Yup

Pull up with a Ruger, put two in his -

Yup

Ain't frontin' it

Yup

If you really want it you best come correct

Don't make me collect

I'm been bout my bread

Nigga gimmie the check

Look

I ain't yo nigga, mane

Let's cut the bullshit

I'm off of the liquor, mane

I'm killin my liver, mane

F-f-fi fye fo fum, imma need me nine figures mane

Get cropped out of the picture, mane

If we being honest, don't find you that interesting

My bitch is a digger, mane

Don't feed her no bullshit, she watchin' her figure, mane

Bout' call up my trigger man

A roulette of shooters, they come like the ripper came

Don't got time to bicker, pain

Let's cut that shit short, put you into a zipper, mane

My patience is witherin'

The light been on E, we runnin on empty tanks

My advice, it don't empty blanks

Take it or leave it, don't care who you niggas thank