Genius Freestyle 009

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Stove God Cooks & Genius - Rap

Genius Freestyle 009

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Fortune and fame ain't the same, lil' rapper Shame on rappers Fuck it, game on rappers March through your hood, I parade on rappers Pharaoh reign, Al Roker Lame fraud rappers You was there when I was rippin' 'caine out the package Had a O 07 I was James Bond trappin' I'm on fire like when Pookie brought that camera in the Carter My niggas crazy and don't give a fuck, they know they nuts like Carver Drop it in the water, make it stretch like Under Armour 2 pockets in my jeans and they both fat, now that's the Parkers I'm not a nigga you can fuck wit This new deal got me feelin Rosa Parks They keep talkin' bout this bus shit Money dancin' through the budget, fuck it Came from nothin', wrist jumpin 28 somthin And I dropped it on there wet I'm the new 3 stack, Jay Elect Conscious poppin shit Ain't droppin shit I'm Hov when he wanted to rhyme like Common Sense 'Round the time I wanted Common chick Backstage at Apollo, made me wanna hit Oooohh Erykah I'll go one knee for you, I'll go Derrick Rose It's easy to look lyrical In a room full of halfway terribles In the womb knew I had a terror flow That Givenchy on me feel like a miracle Time machine in my closet I wore Yeezy season 10 last night on Periscope There is hope, I be him Nigga stop, you software, IBM This a 3 legged race, tie me in Hit me when them chickens drop Fry me ten, fly me them Hold up What's the mothafuckin' brick stamp? If I die now my ghost A keep ballin Sixth man This that esoteric trap 7 flow 100 bands in my momma sectional 1000 grams wit me at the Texaco Up 3 I'm a fuckin' legend, ho They keep tellin' me to wait I been waitin' I been ratin' all these one one star ass rap niggas I'm a fuckin' constellation Whippin' whippin' yay and weighin' Laughin' through the money like a Wayan Look how far we came In the A.M., brody bangin' half a mil' Before rap already seen a half a mil' I might sell my EP for half a mil Only 7 copies and I'm dead forreal 2nd floor spot boomin' wit the crillz Brought the glass down to them like Shaquille

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  • Stove God Cooks