Genius

Genius Freestyle 010

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Good riddance
Shawty she be coming off the top like some good writtens
Pulpitting
Everytime I speak, where the deacons? Need a good witness
Preach, nigga
Dreams really, hood vivid
Daddy want a Chevy with the wood in it
Momma, we can pull up in the woods with it
Woah, woah, woah
Midnight moon make your whole soul glow, yeah
Je m'appelle Smino Papi, yeah
Me don't want to hurt nobody, yeah
Me just want my people thriving, yeah
Kill the cops and starve the culture vultures
I'm learning to teach my kids ‘bout agriculture
FDA approving murder burgers
The bullets ain't the only thing that hurt us
We really are supposed to serve a purpose

Look, smoke in the mirror I can't see
I just been looking for saline
Solutions and ways these ways, these days look
Lay your head down on me, baby
Coconut oil my grey tee
But it's cool, you know ‘cause it's you

Where I'm from bro all we know (We)
Get bread, pull up, nigga show me
Running up the check like some fucking Roshes
Ain't about the check, nigga don't approach me
You know this ain't nothing new
The cops all casper, slide on fool
Clap, clap then cha, cha real smooth
Get they PR on the news
Lemme stop
Hop in the booth and eject the top
Thot in the booth, bruh I'm bound to pop
Ratchet and righteous, we all we got
Shout out my momma, she never judge me
Even told me I'm cute when I know I'm ugly
Shout the ones all now only God control me
Smoking nowadays, I always need three to hold me

The father, the son
The holy smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The father, the son
The holy smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The father, the son
The holy smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The father, the son
The holy smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind
(edited by SpriteLee)