[Intro:] Let me assert my firm belief That the only thing that we have to fear is Fear itself! Cut the check, man (check man) Cut the check, man!
Bobby! Ladies and gentlemen, Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis (Genesis) This is the part where you flip the fuck out as you feel the adrenaline I'm only here to give, I'm only here to give you the experience! Oh what an experience, they probably should've prescribed me with .. But fuck it, rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn't real, it was just an experiment All of these years I was taught to be ignorant Trying to figure out why I'm so different. Modern day life is set up like a pyramid I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance. Wake up now, trying to sell me a membership Shitting on niggas so much that I'm hemorrhaging Your bitch on my couch auditioning. She wants me to buy her some booty shots But I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin. My mind's overflowing with images So many thoughts I can never remember them But I never forget to go straight to the source I learned to cut out all the middle men. I got no patience for your basics Time is dwindling, you just ain't interesting No strangers inside of the organization That shit is strictly prohibited (what?) The music industry is sickening (what?) But no one will ever admit this shit (oh no!) These niggas ain't making the numbers they make And shit, half of these niggas pretending!
Yo, fuck a hater, Fuck a genre (fuck it!) No genre You can't box it in They try to box me in but they couldn't box me in They try to describe me, But they just still can't describe me to this day You'll never be able to describe me No genre, no genre, no genre The label!
Why do I bother spending time gathering thoughts up? The Buddha go a little bit harder. I'm like Jesus on a microphone I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots) Kinda like Jimmy Carter, just a little bit darker. The rap game just got a little bit smaller I just lay down the facts, so lay down and stay down or stay off my sack. Niggas say I ain't dope, need to lay off the crack Busting like a motherfucking AR with lasers. Drop a fucking bomb on the radar like Adolph was back I blow a state straight off the map Hundred round ricochet when them stray rounds come back Got to go and get this paper, I can't hang out the check. Where the, where the, where the players at? Bring the paper back Running through the racks like a motherfucking pyromaniac I need a lady that ain't a basic rat, with a crazy gat With a decent booty hanging out her back. Give that thing a smack like a angry black (bow) But before I smash gotta wear a safety hat Bobby, where the Mac? Bobby, where the Mac? The inside got the flow, had to bring it back. Now motherfuckers acting conscious and shit Just cause you're dressed like a hippie Attending the Coachella concert and shit, aha! Don't make you no different than me Cause I happen to like making money and shit, ok! I'm just being honest, I never make promises I just pay homage and shit No genre, you bitch Bandz!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
