PNC Bank Arts Center

We at the Olive Garden in Woodbridge
With the bottomless breadsticks
Waitress talking bout
"Would you like some white Moscato?"
I'm like, "I don't even drink white wine baby"

I'm all in her mouth like retainers
I pulled up and popped up the trunk
They ain't know that we cater
She call me daddy, but I didn't raise her
A war with depression, I lost to a razor
I step out and dripping at every occasion
Spanish, Cajun, Asian, something with flavor
She repping PINK, she my favorite
You know what I'm saying?
She thought I was goofy, but I get intense
A New Jersey Devil, I hopped out the rink
She gripping the tip on our very first link
I be writing so much that I ran out of ink
I wouldn't be here if I gave a damn what you think
You know what I'm
Geno is more than a name, it's a brand
Every-time that they hating and bring up my name
They promoting, expanding my reach to more fans
Supporters from places I never even been
You know what I'm saying?
Finish your food, try fixing your mood
I'm licking the envelope fold
My mama the plug for the stamps
Thermometer band
The beat is a bop, grease on the stove
I'm cream of the crop
I'm cream of the crop of what's popping out here
As hot as it gets and as cold as it goes
Promoter is pissed, no pat on the back
Just, "pack up the show"
Five minutes later, I'm back on the road
You know what I'm saying?

I'm, I'm
I'm fucking shit up out of nowhere like Jonathan Majors
Matte black on a Bentley Bentayga
No sticks, I control it like Sega
No cap, just a pen and paper
Ice bath, cause the cold is my favorite
Four flat, I been running impatient
"How long did it take him?"
Not long, since Prom night, in the back of a cop car
I knew I was top five
I roll up the window approaching a stop light
I hold it together like Loc-Tite
I hit her once, but don't hit again
One at a time, I don't do affairs
My mama is mad, cause I like her friend
She know what it is, so shout-out to Sam
The pills are pink, the wine is chilled
The steak is seared, the diamonds teal
As soon as I drop, I hop a tier
I came out the womb, ever since been alone
Pop me a bean, I'm fucking on 12 like Karl Malone
I went and got me the head of every nigga hating and all of my foes
Me and my mother we talk on the phone
We heard a click and start talking in code

This when it get gory
Fresh prints on the hammer like Tory
My ego enormous
Music or bitches?
I'm sorry but baby you not that important
Advice for the gang and the ones can afford it
Met her at band camp, I fucked on a tourist
I ain't need a key, but the engine is roaring
Your shawty is basic and boujee and boring
I'm up at the ass crack of dawn in the morning
Walked in, she was on her knees
Up now, started underneath
Locked in, off the phetamines
Middle finger to my enemies
Mindset over everything
I give her the feeling
You feel when you got a full tank huh?
These niggas still hating
Just wait until I be performing at PNC Bank (Ha)
Shoutout to Jersey cause that's where I came from
Triple A on the dash
Cause you never know when you might go bang something
Flame on, she had a rough day, this her "end of the day" blunt
She said that my poetry cool but she tryna hear bangers
So I went and made one