CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Genius
Hey, Yesify
Uhh, what’s goin' on, man?
You’re kinda fallin' off and fallin' off a little hard
Your old music was fire, but I’m not too sure about your new sh*t
It seems like you just, kinda like, stopped caring about the sh*t you’re puttin' out
Which probably explains why you drop a new song every five f**king years
Oh, oh, yeah, uhh, what’s up with this album?
Seems like every time I blink you change the name
Just pick a name and stick with it
Um, anyway, hit me back later
Back on my bullsh*t
B*t*h, I’m on top like some cool whip
They like to say I’m a genius; shoutout Zac
I like to think I’m the meanest
So damn blind, can’t see this
I don’t give a f**k to rap in arenas
I got the brains and the musclе
Fists on lock if a b*t*h wanna tussle
I shoot a score like I’m Russеll
I like to rap on the sidelines
I just be doin' some errands
I always tell my parents, “Please don’t listen”
COVID-19, better keep that distance
I got a Christian mom, I got a Christian dad
Gotta stay calm (Uh), I don’t wanna make 'em mad
My fans hate when I’m sad
That’s too dramatic with a automatic
Won’t check on my page if I do not rage
Don’t care 'bout my age, I’m flippin' the page
I should just blow up the stage
Not a threat, but a metaphor
Wait 'til you see what I’m bettin' for
You gon' pull up with a glizzy
I knock 'em out, make 'em dizzy, aye
The way that I talk, the way that I walk
Seein' my body, I’m outlined in chalk
(Ight, raw sh*t; no double vocals)
Got no time, tick on the clock
The pistol that trigger they thoughts
They wantin' the key, I’m changin' the locks
I’m on a mountain, I’m climbin' the rocks
Back on my bullsh*t
B*t*h, I’m on top like some cool whip
They like to say I’m a genius; shoutout Zac
I like to think I’m the meanest
So damn blind, can’t see this
I don’t give a f**k to rap in arenas
Uhh, what’s goin' on, man?
You’re kinda fallin' off and fallin' off a little hard
Your old music was fire, but I’m not too sure about your new sh*t
It seems like you just, kinda like, stopped caring about the sh*t you’re puttin' out
Which probably explains why you drop a new song every five f**king years
Oh, oh, yeah, uhh, what’s up with this album?
Seems like every time I blink you change the name
Just pick a name and stick with it
Um, anyway, hit me back later
Back on my bullsh*t
B*t*h, I’m on top like some cool whip
They like to say I’m a genius; shoutout Zac
I like to think I’m the meanest
So damn blind, can’t see this
I don’t give a f**k to rap in arenas
I got the brains and the musclе
Fists on lock if a b*t*h wanna tussle
I shoot a score like I’m Russеll
I like to rap on the sidelines
I just be doin' some errands
I always tell my parents, “Please don’t listen”
COVID-19, better keep that distance
I got a Christian mom, I got a Christian dad
Gotta stay calm (Uh), I don’t wanna make 'em mad
My fans hate when I’m sad
That’s too dramatic with a automatic
Won’t check on my page if I do not rage
Don’t care 'bout my age, I’m flippin' the page
I should just blow up the stage
Not a threat, but a metaphor
Wait 'til you see what I’m bettin' for
You gon' pull up with a glizzy
I knock 'em out, make 'em dizzy, aye
The way that I talk, the way that I walk
Seein' my body, I’m outlined in chalk
(Ight, raw sh*t; no double vocals)
Got no time, tick on the clock
The pistol that trigger they thoughts
They wantin' the key, I’m changin' the locks
I’m on a mountain, I’m climbin' the rocks
Back on my bullsh*t
B*t*h, I’m on top like some cool whip
They like to say I’m a genius; shoutout Zac
I like to think I’m the meanest
So damn blind, can’t see this
I don’t give a f**k to rap in arenas
