Riqo - Lyrical genius lyrics

I just started workin' Call me a pharmaceutical With the money team Gettin guop gotta be beautiful Jobs don't wanna hire me All the trap gods inspired me Gotta get it on my own Dealin got me feelin free Ain't no taxes in the drug game Dealin you always gotta keep a 9 milli ready to aim If you snitch, its like the same thing as a police confession Bargainin wit yo life an ima buy I from you, no food concession Drop you wear you stand if that's the game you really want to play My n***as packing pistols let them pellets take you on a date Im not a ma** murderer Just call me a lyrical k**a Spray the hollow from the don Hear a holla from the hitta Man I hate a conceited b**h This sh** is getting parsonal Shootin threes from a fire rocket, n***a arsenal I just shouted out or dissed em Idk but im official Something I don't do is dump the hammer But its my initials Im not that far from goin global i know my time is coming Never took AP cla**es in school all i was doin was rushin I was young i said f** school my n***a youngin needed dollars An ever since ty came up out the wound he never new his father So growin up was hard because i never had no inspriration Need that money while im young so that can me my dedication When i wake up need to breath that money call the respiration Got the jay to make you see the z's call that sh** roc nation Where im from we dont shoot guns or see a block filled up with sonnas thinkin back it was some b**h n***as cause they ain't f** with carma Now carma is a bad b**h, i just dont ever wanna meet her If you f** with her, her p**y wet, you better call fema Tired of all the f** n***as im bout to put em all to sleep f**ed her good, she grade the dick, she graded B.A.E Goin hard til i L.E.A.V.E Trust no one in these S.T.R. double E.T S, you no my n***as up next An if you disrepect we pull up at you 9 wit the tech Im tired of waitin for my time its sumn i gotta go and get If any body get in my way, they gone have something to regret Tired of all the waitin and watchin these wack f**in artist All i here is bustin guns and f**in b**hes, n***as retarted All them n***as slow a little, rappin sh** thats full of lies b**h you couldve paid for better rhymes sumn like best buy