"Rare Form (Freestyle)" lyrics
I am a Genius
Can't say Genius if you ain't talkin' 'bout my DJ
Leave the beat baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch, it's crap time
That's a Porsche, hella horses
Well, of course I charge for verses
I charge for my appearance, look at my appearance
Why the fuck you hatin' if you shop at clearance?
Ain't nothin' wrong with it, bitch, I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass, went and found a booth
(Mixtape Monopoly, ho)
Ayy, Genius, give 'em that flood, fool (Slum)
(Good job, First)
Leave the beat baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch, it's crap time
That's a Porsche, hella horses
Well, of course I charge for verses
I charge for my appearance, look at my appearance
Why the fuck you hatin' if you shop at clearance?
Ain't nothin' wrong with it, bitch, I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass, went and found a booth
Now I'm ridin' down Rodeo with no fuckin' roof
I been at this shit so long, I got the fuckin' proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon' tell the truth
It's that cash talk, that's that bag talk
That's that anywhere you go you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that, "Bitch, can I just slap you on your ass?" talk
This that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil' nigga, don't panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Lookin' out for the bad bitches that's home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese
Shit I'm just gettin' my deli on
Throwed like I got Belly on
I'm just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eatin' shrimp and conch
I swear on mama I ain't raise a pump
Thank God I ain't vote for Trump
But the nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I'm just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil' blunt and some Adderall and a Red Bull
Slum
Can't say Genius if you ain't talkin' 'bout my DJ
Leave the beat baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch, it's crap time
That's a Porsche, hella horses
Well, of course I charge for verses
I charge for my appearance, look at my appearance
Why the fuck you hatin' if you shop at clearance?
Ain't nothin' wrong with it, bitch, I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass, went and found a booth
(Mixtape Monopoly, ho)
Ayy, Genius, give 'em that flood, fool (Slum)
(Good job, First)
Leave the beat baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch, it's crap time
That's a Porsche, hella horses
Well, of course I charge for verses
I charge for my appearance, look at my appearance
Why the fuck you hatin' if you shop at clearance?
Ain't nothin' wrong with it, bitch, I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass, went and found a booth
Now I'm ridin' down Rodeo with no fuckin' roof
I been at this shit so long, I got the fuckin' proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon' tell the truth
It's that cash talk, that's that bag talk
That's that anywhere you go you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that, "Bitch, can I just slap you on your ass?" talk
This that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil' nigga, don't panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Lookin' out for the bad bitches that's home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese
Shit I'm just gettin' my deli on
Throwed like I got Belly on
I'm just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eatin' shrimp and conch
I swear on mama I ain't raise a pump
Thank God I ain't vote for Trump
But the nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I'm just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil' blunt and some Adderall and a Red Bull
Slum
