Genius Talk
Uh huh
Chea
Brains up
Lemme talk my shit real quick
I spit that rugged shit
Gold fronts with a uzi gripped
This that molotov cocktail
Through your window shit
These niggas gon respect it
Fly talk we deflect it
Send em back in pieces
Point blank so expect it
This game filled with roaches
Man it's heavily infested
Remind me of cassettes in a sesh
Get ejected
Listen to the lesson ain't gon' get in a message
You want something pray for it
Work and manifest it
Those my momma's words
Seem to stick more like molasses
I'm in it for advances
And to bypass the masses
Only trained for dominance
Unconstrained confidence
My soul's built for opulence
Gully but I'm moderate
Most prominent
Could dictate a continent
You could give your insight
I bet I won't acknowledge it
You could take time off
I bet I do the opposite
School of hard knocks
Flying colors plus a doctorate
You ain't never been a hustler
You ain't never touched work
Guess you back to the cap
I should call you Fred Durst
You looking for acceptance
We don't validate opinions
Rats getting deals
Never what I would envision
All ya little antics won't add up to a million
Never be up in them streets and try to claim you a civilian
It's time to cut these squares out the pie
No Sicilian
Keep a tool and sleep with one eye
Kinda like a minion
Fuck ya feelings
Chea
Brains up
Lemme talk my shit real quick
I spit that rugged shit
Gold fronts with a uzi gripped
This that molotov cocktail
Through your window shit
These niggas gon respect it
Fly talk we deflect it
Send em back in pieces
Point blank so expect it
This game filled with roaches
Man it's heavily infested
Remind me of cassettes in a sesh
Get ejected
Listen to the lesson ain't gon' get in a message
You want something pray for it
Work and manifest it
Those my momma's words
Seem to stick more like molasses
I'm in it for advances
And to bypass the masses
Only trained for dominance
Unconstrained confidence
My soul's built for opulence
Gully but I'm moderate
Most prominent
Could dictate a continent
You could give your insight
I bet I won't acknowledge it
You could take time off
I bet I do the opposite
School of hard knocks
Flying colors plus a doctorate
You ain't never been a hustler
You ain't never touched work
Guess you back to the cap
I should call you Fred Durst
You looking for acceptance
We don't validate opinions
Rats getting deals
Never what I would envision
All ya little antics won't add up to a million
Never be up in them streets and try to claim you a civilian
It's time to cut these squares out the pie
No Sicilian
Keep a tool and sleep with one eye
Kinda like a minion
Fuck ya feelings
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Writer(s): Weas Genius
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