[Verse 1]

Ridin out, ridin out

When i talk my shit I'm never hiding out

My attitude is fuck it

When addressing the mass public

Because mothafuckas love it

Yes! muhfuckas love it

Juke that hate that come my way

Everyday I'm on my grind,Money on my mind

I ain't got no time, No watch on my wrist!

Ain't cause I'm broke nigga

Hah you joke nigga

You the one sittin on the couch

You press the play button

Rewind cause you love what you hear

Who this kool nigga right here?

Dude with the smooth moves all year

Oh yea

Lets go there

To the place ain't no turnin back

Need a low jack

Person who displays exceptional intellectual ability, creativity, or originality, typically to a degree that is associated with the achievement of unprecedented insight. There is no scientifically precise definition of genius... I am Genius

Yea.... Matter fact. Chea!

[Verse 2]

Started in my room in east New York

Me, rell and gabe for starters

Then Okane and them older niggas started comin thru

I was makin moves, with nothin

I could show you niggas somethin

Bet that

Stepped back, dont regret that

I learned alot then snapped right back

Like that Rubber band around them stacks

Got money dont announce that

Just get more

Don't speak the tongue, just speak floss

Just speak shine, diamonds no flaws

On her mind, all the time

That's why she need a nigga on his grind

Always gone but I'm always on her mind