n***a turn a fo' to a half; You a genius
From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius
G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street n***a; You a genius
P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
Ask Joey where that rock at
Lebron James couldn't stop that
Posted up wit' my trill n***as, ain't nobody got that
It's soda pop and that water-water
Wal-Greens, sell any order
I'm a chemist on that stove, turn a soft eighth to a hard quarter
Livin like a nightmare
My rifle man be right there
I bubble up and I cook it up, I'm Einstein without the white hair
And I don't need no recipe but this microwave be cookin
I had to check my b**h for using the same pot that I cook in
Then I gave the rock to Boz and he brought me back some paper
Courtney dropped me off a gun and said "Keep that for them haters"
This applied knowledge I got, it ain't come from no book
If you make it out, you a genius; If you get caught, you a crook
n***a turn a fo' to a half; You a genius
From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius
G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street n***a; You a genius
P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
[Alley Boy:]
Much more than I seen
Came up from a triple beam
I'm a young G, how I mack em out my whole team
Can't speak too fluent
I can do anything if my mind put to it
No Limit Forever, don't change 'til the grave
All my G's influenced
All the change I pull
Laces down to the Louie V made bowls
Me and Benz on tour
n***a here's a million dollars in my roll
Turnin twenty-four, turnin fourty-eight
I'ma knock 'em out with it
Never use the phone when you ride around with it
Chance, stop em, tell 'em I did it
Really gettin money? Y'all Barbie k**ers
Ask the boy, the Don; Percy Miller
n***a this money stacked to the ceiling
From all this crack and weed dealing
Haters ain't any interference
Let 'em get to the money, that's gon k** 'em
Planning my steps, watching my moves
All my G's gon' feel him
Mob!
n***a turn a fo' to a half; You a genius
From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius
G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street n***a; You a genius
P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
If you could look at it, and don't even need no scale
You a genius
If you could just cook that thang up, with the earl and shake it
You really a chemist, you a genius
But if you could clean ya dirty money up to good money and survive this crazy sh**
You a genius, ya feel me?