Wow (Prod. Nuri)

(Verse 1: Mighty Geinus)

I got over a decade of decadence that's why I'm close to the Edge

Pussy nigga you ain't relevent, or eating like when your momma ask if you got McDonalds money

Put your pen versus my sword I bet I win, got a quater of a mil on it

More like a quarter itself, ain't making enough money for niggas to say I changed

Hop off my dick, y'all swing on balls more than Wimbledon

Me and Fine$$ throwin L's, and me and $w@nk more real than Tupac's Hollowgram

Sickly, hack and coughing up blood on every track for the crack I sell

Every verse is dope, I move a kilo with a mixtape

Imagine what I do with an album

But for the moment we just wanna stack money to Big Nick shoulder's, break and split residuals like James Harden do niggas ankles and LeBron with double teams

More flows than the 7 seas, and when you see Sejla tell her I caught way more than feelings for her, but with that being said I don't know if we will ever be more than close friends

But either way she the bae, I got soft spot for her gorgeous face but that ass is a whole 'nother handful of conversation

And when she hear this song I hope she fuckin hate it, cause I said her name and got personal with the lines and shit

(Interlude:)

Damn

I don't know what to say

If your listening um.. Hey

DM me

(Verse 2: Mighty Geinus)

I don't mean to offend

I'm just trying to win

Break bread with the team

Get something to eat

Squad up in the city

Put niggas in fear

You said you hate me but I don't really fucking care

She say she love me I know

Your daughter loves me I know

I'm nigga you hate, to fuckin love

Got more than tears on my sleeve

Ink prints on my knees, from praying for money

I need more dollars than Bill, open Gates to the Heavens

Seal my fate to my maker

Tell the girl in my dreams that I love her

And open my door for opportunities lost chasing these women

These area codes come epuipped with hand grenades for souls

Don't get no love wherever I go

Well atleast now you know

Wow