Pa**ion Hifi - Generational Force lyrics

[Produced by The Pa**ion HiFi] [Verse 1: B-Staz] My arsenal's awesome Will leave you awe strickin' and star struck I guess you van do no wrong when you're on a pedestal and symbolic Look at Mr. Peterson, acclaimed as a phenom Even if he beat his kids he still rules the Minnesota Kingdom He calls to child rearing? His kids are afraid of him I call it child fearing I guess that's the problem with the world now Idolize some and forget what life is about We choose what we wanna think And block something's out so our lives don't shatter My mind is over it so it just don't matter I must speak facts cause the haters label me like I'm a factory table But it all sounds like a fable to me they say Staz you ain't a gangsta in ya, nice collar But hater I never said, I'm still a balla Never wanna be someone that I'm not I haven't heard last call so I better take this shot and keep these bars hot I guess the meaning of this tape is that I'll never look back Relax you'll never hear that effort is a trait that Staz lacks And I pray I'm not lying through my teeth But I won't stop till I'm hanging' mad plaques So step back cause I'm hot like Curry And imma come with the flurry Cause in this verse one I talk about real life Then listen up verse two, give some dope advice Finish the tape off with an uppercut like Kimbo Slice [Hook x2: B-Staz] Money don't buy happiness And if you're not believing this then One day you'll have to reminisce feeling' emptiness [Verse 2: B-Staz] And I won't ever relapse If you doubt me better check facts Or better yet, bust out the yoga mats Cause you're just mad your girl ate too many Pringles Who cares about b**hes man, just stay single Cause if I ever caught a friend on Christian Mingle I'd tell em it's just bad man It's the Bain of my existence Now listen to this sh** before you call me pretentious Bail on that love sh** at our age You wanna be all tangled and jailed up like a pet in a bird cage? Also this goes out to all the girls who think they need a man to be somebody f** that, make something for yourself then men'll come running And f** that talk of being a trophy wife Take my advice, if you that sh** how do you expect to be happy in life? Remember money don't buy happiness And if you do that sh** you'll be regretting it Cause you'll just be straight up faking and hating it So get a degree, maybe one day you'll be sleeping with a guy like me f** the two cents I'm giving you this sh** for free Looking out for all my girls in the 403 [Hook x2: B-Staz] [Verse 3: B-Staz] Coming at you hard; last verse About to be immersed in Staz-tacular vernacular, don't call it preserve Don't understand , read some of this in reverse Hater, blow me, raw dog Cause you're not up to par I'll do more damage to you than Heatley did with his car But I don't do drunk driving Especially at this point when my stock is rising You wanna get in but I won't pretend to be your friend I got bars like I'm a Patriots Tight End I'm not gonna be your kids next role model As I spit this verse next to any empty Bacardi bottle I'm going out with my posse My flows as rich as Versace Rare like all 5's in Yahtzee Like Drake post Degrasee No fake sh** I'm gonna try honestly Cause I got that talent And when you got that talent you better make sh** happen I do it through similes and metaphors It's all true though Leader of my generation, call me Trudeau This sh**s easy like a Steve Nash free throw I'm not even close to reaching my plateau