Stroke Of Genius

Lyrics

It's the black John Stamos, house full of bad hoes Closet full of lost clothes, mouth full of bad jokes But i spit the good rhymes not handing out no lifelines Make niggas question their own living attracting women like I'm Lifetime Don't wear them fucking Lifestyles because they don't fit my manhood Niggas starting to make it, me and all my fucking manz good Last night my whole entourage got laid D GooD, Hollywood, I'm the black Vincent Chase nigga And thats just how I feel, it wouldn't be D GooD if i ain't keep shit real It was all good just a week ago Now these rappers weak (week) times 4 like a month ago It's something yo It's something else as Kevin Hart's pops would say Steve just beat that ass like motherfucking yesterday Tell the Warriors, that the Villains wanna fucking play I swear we run the city on weekends and holidays Tell em Jay, I just wanna live And they wanna take my life away I'll wipe that fucking smile away, steal your girl to hibernate Bring her back in a couple days no biggie GooDy Nas and Biggie, which one don't fit in? Don't even say nothing because that shit a trick question We share a rare blessing I hope you get the message Or do we need the mail man? Keenan Ivory Wayans Getting mad brain like Waynehead nigga Shooting off at the mouth, click bang on a nigga You brain dead nigga don't understand my rhymes? Go figure Skating on the competition, real Blades Of Glory like Grinding for a living, real Bam Margera like I'm the kid your mom warned you about Drive around town with a super doobie in my mouth Peer pressuring kids selling chronic to minors Bets protect your neck like that bitch designer Your honor