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Blind Genius

Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the Popeyes drive-thru

I had to tell my driver I'll guide you

See my life thru a BlackBerry

Some people like that

But I think its kinda scary

I'm somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away

And you can tell I'm never comin back after today

I bundle up for the night air

Even though its cold and dark yo i still wear white Nike Airs

I cop like 4 pairs

It reminds me of Michigan and Antwan Jobear

I hit the night like I'm el presidentay

Don't wanna be up in the kizer perementay yo

And I rush outta town like Picasso I rap pain

A perfect picture yo

Then I come right back

Then I embrace my criminal mind, a criminal kind

Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine

Cuz my style is real 'Pac yo with the Pun set

A lotta Tuxedos before I gotta jet

I like breakfast in the nighttime

MGA made a clock man its fight time

Man this the life of a blind genius

And even though I can see let me tell you what I mean is

I'm so blind by material things

Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me mane

Yeah ya heard right

I hit the night life

And shake the whole scene up like a pair of dice

I tell the bartender thats too much ice

And she overchargin on the hennessy price

I dont freestyle

I dont free lance

I said paced out

I say pay fast

I know homies that passed in the weight class

But it was pushin weight that they all passed at

And when i gamble dont catch me on a bad day

Like when the warriors had just lost the other day

You send me to a preacher

I confess

You said its all good

I said lets bet

I think of Khan at the crack of dawn

And then I hit my closet for a new sean John

Im in the middle of a premier pack

I put vocals in the burgandy 'lac

Yo my perm is like jet black

Man its the life of a blind soul

Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold

Or like a married man who aint never faithful

Or talk down on a ?? when he break hos

(CHORUS)

I hit my court date smellin like straight weed

Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans

You might have to pray for me when I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in the latest and the greatest

My afrodesiach is the payest

Never to play us or delay us

And everyone that know me homie know I gotta shopping fetish

If you think Im buyin you somethin you best forget it

Backwards like benjamin button

Or superbad somethin like McLovin

Hotter than the oven

Baby that boils the crack

And When it comes to rap

I'm like a spoiled brat

And you can catch me some days, hair oiled back

And countin on somethin thats a royal stack

At the tuxedo party in royal black

They had barbeque I said foil that

(CHORUS)

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