(Verse 1):

Genius

I can feel it

This the one, I can feel it

Yeah

Greatest in my generation

I deserve the status

Among the placement of greatness in the ages

Of the dedicated

In a game where using ya brain is so vacant

Cuz these girls is so brainless

I can drop a tape every month if i wanted to

And take all the girls that you thought was in love with you

So swallow ya pride

Cuz i heard thats what you sucka's do

So you start to see that they really don't fuck with you

So you can't offend me

When i'm loading up this semi

And i fill it with these verses

That i know is so murderous

Connecting all these lines

Like i wrote this shit in cursive

This would be the bible if it wasn't for the cursin

So they become fans when they see me in person

Knowing i'm the man

So they done with the searching

Cuz this is my time

Neon Deion in primetime

99 down the fuckin sideline

Cuz i just be flippin shit

Like i am illiterate

They ask me am i feelin it

Man not even a lil bit

I feel these real beats, rest in peace

All black shit

I kill these

Death comes in 3's this my hat trick

Drop my 3rd mixtape

Nigga get ya shit straight

A year and a half

But they looking like i been great

I just hit my home stretch

Somebody get the Ben-Gay

They know im not killer but i swear they won't temp me

Cuz this shit ain't fun

I want somebody just to diss me

They whack ass lines

Knowing that i get busy

So if you feelin froggy

Please leap to ya death

Turn this to a track meet

And let my cleats meet ya neck

Man i put this beat to rest

Thats 1-8-7 shit

Name ya favorite and you see who i'm better than

Less than 2 years got me feelin like a veteran

My shit been cold

I don't need no medicine

I been sick forever

Cuz i been the shit forever

Since biggie came out rappin in them Coogi sweaters

That was 1994

When i seen the open door

When my mom gave birth to a fuckin brick of raw

That turned into to me nigga

So i OD'd nigga

Word to OG's sippin on them OE's

Told Mike Brown

Just rest ya soul please

We got a 1-8-7 on the fuckin police

Cuz im tryna kill everything

Nigga dont test me

Running every verse

Swear i deserve a ESPY

Been running shit like the cops was tryna catch me

If i got one shot

I swear i must be reggie-miller

Man a killer cuz i leave no trace man

Know they just be frontin like wigs with the lace man

Every drug dealer just talking like he ace man

Nickel and dime niggas need to learn the place man

(Interlude):

Please put on your black hoodies and proceed to the nearest exit

I need you to find any crooked cop you can find

And begin to open fire

The revolution will be televised

(Verse 2):

Vision diluted from these shooters thats been shooting

Standing on the balcony but i'm next to Martin Luther

JFK down the expressway

We riding through roofless

Like yea we heard the shots

But we don't know who's shooting

Cuz they hands in my pocket

Man they always tryna rob me

Detroit red

This is way before the prophecy, the eulogy

I seen what it do to me

Somebody gotta die tonight

That could be you or me

Cuz truthfully

Its a lot of shit a nigga trying to achieve now

Platinum albums

Even got hova on the speed dial

Feelin like the greatest

Every time i drop a freestyle

Talking bout the best then you talkin bout me now

This is non scripted

Cuz this is nonfiction

This ain't for a non thinker

Man you might not get it

Cuz this is not minimal, this is for the criminals

This is when you get the phone call

She missed her menstrual

This is notorious and LA don't fuck wit you

Biggest rapper on the east coast and they lovin you

They a vegas night

After the fight in a BMW

It will be televised cuz there is no substitute

So hope they don't kill ya

Hope they don't kill ya

Man ferguson is looking way too familiar

God bless america but god damn america

Caused this hysteria

Man mind gon bury ya