Genesis

Yeah

Trapped in my depression's what I fear
I can see the end
Tip-top, give me my shot I'm bout to drop

I tend to overthink things and that's my niche
I move forward, the company I keep switch
If ignorance is bliss, why so many niggas dead

In a race with my sober mind to my next rhyme, now I'm sober forever
I think I like it better, I'm not your nigga but you can keep that sweater

Man somebody come and get her, telling me she like his crib better
Substance or sex, we on the latter
Tell me who's next, I like it fatter
Wider than my last bittch hips, no chips I eat platters

Aha! I spot with my little eye, a bigger piece of the pie
I hit it from both sides and go up the middle
I'm in the sky

Fly as a peacock with the eagle's eye, I'm on CP time
Still I ain't in place, I move with a fast pace

Remind myself to rewind, nigga it's not a race
Still learning to manage time and it seems to me somebody's never been put in they Place
It's ambient adolescence
You rather take a lost than a lesson
You gon see where that shit get ya
Fuccin with them dog catchas

Chicken-heads with deadbeat fathers, they know no better
I try to show my niggas the way but they don't know better

Puzzled why you let so many people in your head,
Keep ya feelings and your phone out my bed
Please leave that mess on read
I know why you scared, bcuz you know these niggas ain't honest

I attract your soul, you feed off my knowledge
Inside of you I hit gold, but you don't acknowledge the power you hold
Maybe, you don't know
You the reason why it snow
Keep my beverage cold
I'm around for leverage if you forget that you're in control

I'm inside a bowl
Captivating collateral damage, throw foogazy niggas on they toes
Separate the fakes from the woes and dispose of them corny niggas ya'll chose, I mean C'mon bro
Let go my elbow
Tryna steal my flow but I'm too slick like lube

I choose you to be the barer of bad news
Pew Pew
Now tell ya niggas who done did that to you
Not Big Poppa
It's the beat locker
Youngest flow hopper
Show stopper
Clique dropper
Rap Game mopper
Click (Blacka)

I never been the type to brag, but this rap shi got me in my bag
I clutch the mighty strike of Oden's wrath

Reach in my stash yank it out and empty fast
Swinging on sandbags who cross my path, with a hook and jab
Hit em they bust, neon guts
Peon lust,
That's what I call a love for Uzi

If that's ya aim, then tote a uzi
Please excuse me, it's not a diss
I'm just spitting shi to open eyes
Carping from the bench like they saw a ghost or a flying fish
The next nigga verse be filled with lies

I honestly despise of the jokes they throw, when it's time to rise from the trenches
I'm cooking something in the kitchen that'll get you kicking legs yelling alchemy
Dive from my balcony and survive
Thrive off the pressure like a diamond in disguise
It shines out my eyes

Look into your soul and grab it by the head

Praise to the oppressed dead who stayed, in spite of the other ken who fled
We fought to get ahead