|
The work of a genius, street doctor, rhyme father, dropped from school mentally self-ed now my knowledge gooes farther;
Brand new mission, the science addict kick some new shit, exclusive, my mathmatics could start a revolution; my brains now
shooting;
My shit holds more than the barrel, I've slain more than 200 men, my wisdom level next to pharrel; my mind is parrel;
caught in a daze, hit the bottle with 100% of energy, get you amazed;
Modern folks become scared of me, cause at night they claim I robbed em, I say I'm just shopping for jewlery;
Aint shit new to me, unless you have my knowledge, it goes pass the dollar's, alot are blined thats why most are dearly departed;
I choose this route, not just because I wanted money, but because I was good at what I do. A middle finger for the fake
unloyal dudes, that use to be in my circle, I catch you, my first reactions to hit you. I will prevail in any situtation,
it aint hard to tell.
|
