Cush Wallace - Genocide lyrics

Ehh, Cush! You know what it is man! Verse: Cush Wallace (Uh) It's 5 o'clock in the morning I stayed up so I'm on it This is my destiny and I'm just trying to own it Them n***as never hot Like a pair of saucony's Got some money, now they claim they real But I'm aware of you phonies So tell n***as just fall back This pimp game, Slick Back Hit ya girl, don't call back Now you all on twitter, all sad That's all bad, f** your group y'all whack All lame, Fake soldier in the field I suggest you wear them dog tags So, you can be identified As a victim of my genocide They only care about themselves I'm trying to keep my Gen alive I shake your hand, say what's up then after that I sanitize, I skipped school You're Skip Bayless Always trying to an*lyze Everything that Cush say Everything that Cush do But all I do is Succeed At everything I pursue You walk around like Hershel But ain't accomplished sh** T-Byrd, BG, and CASH Are my accomplices And we going to rape and pillage y'all Until there's nothing left Yelling I'm the illest y'all Mother f** the rest Because, I'm just trying to eat, like food stamps And get lots of mills f** American superstars Like Hugh Grant In Notting Hill My top five Dead or alive, Goes Left Eye then Aaliyah Nia Long, Zoe Saldana Then Angelina Jolie, roll more weed, insomniac I hardly sleep Ever since pops found I rap, we hardly speak And, that's weak But this sh** makes me happy But he don't care He just lives vicariously through me The more pain I feel My fans listen to more me As fame grows my pain grows Distant towards me (Yeah) And That's my sad reality, so please just past that bag of weed So I can free my mind All I need Is to escape and everything will be fine They disguise the real And diagnose the world as skitsos If you aren't on your job They place you out on skid row Walking soft on eggshells Steady trying to tip-toe What you think I rap for? To push a f**ing pinto? (uh) Like Play in house party, I get in for free You pay at house parties, Do if for the ratchets They stay aroused and horny All my homies k**ers fam And they all vouching for me, like Bang Bang n***a shoot em up Me & Him since day one Just the two of us And my brother Dee man, that n***a so fresh Iron out the details And watch all these hoes press (yeah)