Charli Brown Beatz - The Genesis lyrics

(Intro) (Verse 1) Yo, streets raised a n***a to be impatient, f** it I'm racing Mind stuck on clutching a buck, f** it, I'm racist I only see green... Black and white images on the TV, awoken by a scream Who the f** want what, day dreaming, vision corrupt Counting dividends as blonde s*uts licking me up Pimps, hoes and k**ers grilling, feeling me out And them dealers with clout, who sit on the last train out (Verse 2) Life's a b**h and I'm attracted to her sa**y lips Heart's on my sleeve, I guess that I'm a masochist n***as in my hood busy flashing chips, and that's amidst the middle cla** I'm crafting this, ama**ing scripts so pa**ionate Who gon' speak for them, when the street's warring Seen prophetic n***as slain now we liquor pouring I used to think that every time a seed was formed A n***a's life was taken away for spending his time wrong Now I see, how naive was I To take breathing for granted as they policed and eyed Surveilled in babylon, partied in Avalon n***as I knew pumped coke to Jews Blocks spoke the news, made it hot, broke the rules Funny how a few fools could open wounds Now I stand immune, panoramic view Mind racing burning fuel down the avenue The ladies pray for him, whether religious or not Showing their faith for him, no mistakes gone Every skeleton and season got me speeding Lord have mercy on my soul I'm only breathing Eyes blurry, trying to focus on hustles hurrying Worrying if I'mma make it out cause I see them scurrying But it ain't for me security creep on The crime minded seek funds, stressing to see more (Verse 3) As I crush my peers And elevate to mindstates that can't be touched for years Remember y'all was trying to stunt I had just begun, with a middle finger up screaming this is what you want They said that I'm nice, I said they gon' front 'til I got up on that stage and my flow was like a blunt It's like that and like this and like that and uh Developed on them blocks where they pushed crack and uh Shots volleyed back and forth like Kournikova It's money over b**hes, stuff them both in corner sofas Grey skies cover the streets that you lost hope for Spoke for, various n***as that lost vocals They want prophecies but they need healing Cause b**hes in the hood still Adam and Eve scheming This boy met the world, without Mr. Feeny Momma can you see me Concrete words for hustlers on the cement, trying to escape demons My eyes wide open but these girls call me dreamy Never cast a stone from your hand and conceal it I forge rhymes from a cast iron heart and watch them feel it Been nice, schooling n***as on thin ice And even when the pain too strong I was taught to still fight My mind circle like a satellite This the birth of the train of thought that'll guide them right (Outro)