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Don't trip, I got you, bro
Story of a black genius
Imperial dreams, towards world domination
In a swamp saturated with fake niggas that's hating
Been patiently waiting for when I'mma blow like detonation
Separated from you niggas and hoes like segregation
It's the story of a genius
With a biracial background just trying to find a meaning
But what's my true purpose? I think I'm built for leading
Or maybe that notion's actually misleading
In the streets where niggas wear red and blue, dodging the blue and whites
The red, white, and blues that we salute just isn't true to life
'Cause whites run the economy
And building highways and low income houses that shop for Black Friday
I come from burning incense, serenading to Sade
Hailing out the land of the Padres
What up, Tatis
By the border, Spanish bitches like"What up, Papi?"
Wanna 69 with the kid, screaming"Fuck Tekashi"
Stayed cool even when I'm in the hot seat
Back against the ropes, Mike Tyson couldn't even box me in
I'm used to the pressures that come with the game
Unlike these other niggas, I ain't come for the fame
I come for the gain of dollars to change the outcome
For days we was running around without one to achieve dreams
Money flowing like water when I receive streams
Blessed though, I feel like Esco when he wrote"Street Dreams"
Left Coast is the Dream Team
I'm Jordan in the flesh
Sauvi like Scottie, we'll force you in the press
KP like Magic
Akrite, Barkley
And for those who ain't believe in us, truly, I feel sorry
Grown men ride around strapped like car seats
While I'm just trying to blow from San Diego to Marcy
Mama was a trip
Papa banged blood
And what you got is a hustler getting it out the mud
This is the story of
The story of a black genius
That beat the odds and played his cards
So he could make it up out this cold, cold world