Cyhi The Prynce - Genius Freestyle 026 lyrics

I had to cut the beat off for the nonbelievers I always knew that I would be the one to lead us, huh Got a n***a feelin' like the son of Jesus Now I'm back like Christ in the month of Easter Shawty I was in the trap with a ton of Keisha Serve a n***a seven grams, that's a hundred meters And my b**h a Mona Lisa mixed with Condoleezza I go Jumanji for the honeys, I got jungle fever Baby I need two women, in my pool swimmin' Swimsuits missin', drinkin' Blue Ribbon With my crew chillin', boy we through dealin' But my Rasta partna still know how to stew chicken, huh Some of ‘em still got some screws missin' They'll put the iron to your head like a beautician That's why I don't beef with n***as unless we Ruth Chrissin' When I think about it, it's some things I do different But I'm on a new mission When I talk, boy, the youth listen I'm ODB with the tooth missin', huh I was so appalled that they had to put RZA on it Ye heard my verse and had to put Jigga on it Shout out to Pusha T, they even had my n***as on it Had so many punches I went Thrilla in Manila on it It's the Roc-A-Fella tree, huh You can stop the sh**, you can acapella me ‘Cause y'all could never drop a better bar that's clever Altogether, talk Panera, chop the cheddar, mozzarella cheese Yeah, got that Scarlet Letter freak on my off-vanilla seats n***a please, n***as female rate, n***as DL hate ‘Cause I get ‘em wholesale, they get ‘em retail rate Hitter parked outside, I let the shooters tailgate n***as tried to check me, end up with a stalemate Hit him with the .38 so he can check the shell case You see the 12? n***a, Tony Hawk skate Yeah, okay I'm comin' back I had a dream that I was free at last I used to be a thief, now I'm Malik Shabazz All my n***as shooters and they keep a mask Lick off a shot like a tequila gla** Keep some cash just in case I want a piece of a** I pay a b**h not to say nothin' Not because I need some a** Benz truck, I'm a G with cla** Told shawty I'm the type you go and meet your dad But I can tell she get it from her mother I get it from the gutter, nights there wasn't supper I learned when I was young, n***as gonna suffer Yeah I'm signed to Sony, but I'm here to warn a brother Ving Rhames told me it's all about the guns and bu*ter Me and my dawgs so close, can't tell us ‘part from one another From bein' scared of the dark, duckin' under covers To bein' scared of the narcs, duckin' undercovers Gettin' bread on the block from all the corner hustlers I'm in the head of a broad like I'm Bronner Brothers Land a cat, flowin' over Primo beats If I wasn't rappin', I'd prolly have that green OG I'd be sellin' everything that the young n***as doin' Pull up like I'm Mr. Clark, I got that lean on me Lauryn Hill, even though I got that thing on me And I let it sing like… Boy you know you better watch out ‘Cause this sh** can get hostile This P96 come from Moscow Pow-pow, beef is better served Mr. Chow style