Harris Cole - BSGenius lyrics

[Hook: CRYM] Stick your nose in that baggie and take a smell of the purple BSG on my back just like the shell of a turtle Speak your piece and keep the L in a circle White Urkel no Jaleel ya'll hella commercial for real [Verse 1: CRYM] 95, transcribe freestyles from my ultrasounds Finally made good with all the old hoes that I'm over now Entire congregation bidding on my foreskin I'm that important, I make it rain like Mortons In the city of fresh frozen Francophones Brought the shoulder pads for my girl to put her ankles on Ambition higher than the tops of them buildings I'll make you ditch your supplier like a Botwin I'm pitching That smell of milk when expired on an impossible mission To be the spliff in the fire and still survive the ignition We was unstoppable children, only be better adults Serving chumps in punchlines like the head of a cult I chuck the deuce but I'm a hypocrite 'cause really I'm belligerent A lyricist who's bitter with the distribution riches get Carribean cruise, leaving bruises on a rental pedal I think about some sh** and can't help but get sentimental Front and center soldier, now explain your empty holster (Burp) I must have lost it after like seven molsons The squad go straight for j**elry the young Chicagoan Is foolishly penning eulogies out to cause a mutiny Stupid green stacks, envious cats is reflections Flexing, and I ain't even hit the gym in about a second An apprentice with a template, hardly started from the benthic Candy a** bars, you are no Eminem, prick Get off my erect dick, and check the dialectic Epinephrine off the charts start something I'mma end it (Hook) [Verse 2: CRYM] My girl gorgeous, arrangement from the florist Hooked her with a verse and had her singing like the chorus Too short to get shorted hop your a** in that Taurus Title taker at a tender age of seventeen like Boris Becker Mustache like a Mexican in third grade Burn jays, murk Jakes with the wordplay Keep the multitool on me for the worst case Fornicate on first dates, she take the pole, survey I love life, living the furthest thing from a thug's life You look like you just got mugged twice, one mic Dr. Miller didn't really ball out but his son might This a perfect example of something wrong that's done just right Hoes is snakes, I keep em in the barn like hoes and rakes Your screensaver probably J. Cole blowing Drake Catch me out in copenahgen faded with a poker face Pondering this bountiful fortune that I'm supposed to make Play the ukelele with my tongue, lick a blunt Chill with all the silly stuff I isn't finished k**in em The music moving through me I'm a vessel Crushing competition like a mortar and a pestle Level after level getting better than I ever was in prior times Between my ears sits an inspired mind, getcha own And while you're at it cop my album on the internet This what I like to call verbal acetaminophen The proceeds ain't even for me, homies CR for the children but the mentality Bodie You know about me you don't know me (Hook)