Andre Nickatina - Blind Genius lyrics

Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the Popeyes drive-thru I had to tell my driver I'll guide you See my life thru a BlackBerry Some people like that But I think its kinda scary I'm somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away And you can tell I'm never comin back after today I bundle up for the night air Even though its cold and dark yo I still wear white Nike Airs I cop like 4 pairs It reminds me of Michigan and Antoine Joubert I hit the night like I'm El Presidente Don't wanna be up in the Kaiser Permanente yo And I rush outta town like Pica**o I rap pain A perfect picture yo Then I come right back Then I embrace my criminal mind, a criminal kind Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine Cuz my style is real 'Pac yo with the Pun set A lotta Tuxedos before I gotta jet I like breakfast in the nighttime MGA made a clock man its fight time [Chorus] Man this the life of a blind genius And even though I can see let me tell you what I mean is I'm so blind by material things Yeah sometimes I don't see whats in front of me mane Yeah ya heard right I hit the night life And shake the whole scene up like a pair of dice I tell the bartender thats too much ice And she over charging on the Hennessy price I don't freestyle I don't free lance I said paced out I say pay fast I know homies that pa**ed in the weight cla** But it was pushin weight that they all pa**ed at And when I gamble don't catch me on a bad day Like when the warriors had just lost the other day You send me to a preacher I confess You said its all good I said lets bet I think of Khan at the crack of dawn And then I hit my closet for a new Sean John I'm in the middle of a premier pack I put vocals in the burgundy 'lac Yo my perm is like jet black Man its the life of a blind soul Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold Or like a married man who ain't never faithful But talk down on a pimp when he break hoes [Chorus] I hit my court date smellin like straight weed Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans You might have to pray for me when I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in the latest and the greatest My aphrodisiac is the payest Never to play us or delay us And everyone that know me homie know I gotta shopping fetish If you think I'm buyin you somethin you best forget it Backwards like Benjamin bu*ton Or SuperBad somethin like McLovin Hotter than the oven Baby that boils the crack And When it comes to rap I'm like a spoiled brat And you can catch me some days, hair oiled back And countin on somethin thats a royal stack At the tuxedo party in royal black They had barbeque I said foil that [Chorus]