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  • [Intro]
    Let me assert my firm belief
    That the only thing that we have to fear is...fear itself

    Cut the check man x2
    Bobby!

    [Verse 1]
    Ladies and gentlemen
    Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis
    This is the part where you flip the ************* out as you feel the adrenaline
    I'm only here to give, I'm only here to give you the experience
    Oh what an experience, they probably should've prescribed me with Ritalin
    But ************* it, rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn't real, it was just an experiment
    All of these years I was taught to be ignorant
    Tryin' to figure out why I'm so dif-ferent
    Modern day life is set up like a pyramid
    I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance
    Wake up now, tryna' sell me a member*************p
    *************ttin' on *************s so much that I'm hemorrhaging
    Your ************* on my couch auditioning
    She wants me to buy her some booty shots
    But I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin
    My mind's overflowing with images
    So many thoughts I can never remember them
    But I never forget to go straight to the source
    I learned to cut out all the middle men
    I got no patience for your basics
    Time is windiling, you just ain't interesting
    No strangers inside of the organization
    That *************t is strictly prohibited
    The music industry is sickening
    But no one will ever admit this *************t
    These *************s ain't making the numbers they make
    And *************t, half of these *************s pretending

    [Bridge]
    Yo, ************* a hater, ************* a genre
    No genre
    You can't box it in
    They try to box me in but they couldn't box me in
    They try to describe me but they just still can't describe me to this day
    You'll never be able to describe me
    No genre, no genre, no genre
    The label

    [Verse 2]
    Why do I bother spending time gathering thoughts up?
    (?) go a little bit harder
    I'm like Jesus on the microphone
    I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots)
    Kinda' like Jimmy Carter, just a little bit darker
    The rap game just got a little bit smaller
    I just lay down the facts
    So lay down and stay down or stay off my sack
    *************s say I ain't ****, need to lay off the crack
    Bustin' like a mother******' AR with lasers
    Drop a ******' bomb on the radar like Adolph was back
    I blow a state straight off the map
    Hundred round ricochet, when them stray rounds come back
    Got to go and get this paper, I can't hang out to chat
    Where the, where the, where the players at?
    Bring the paper back
    Running through the racks like a mother******' pyromaniac
    I need a lady that ain't a basic rat, with a crazy gat
    With a decent booty hanging out her back
    Give that thing a smack like a angry black (pow)
    But before I smash gotta' wear a safety hat
    Bobby where the mac? Bobby where the mac?
    Man Eastside got the flow, had to bring it back
    Now mother******s acting conscious and *************t
    Just cause you're dressed like a hippie
    Attending the Coachella concert and *************t
    Don't make you no different than me
    Cause I happen to like making money and *************t
    I'm just being honest, I never make promises
    I just pay homage and *************t
    No Genre you *************
    Bandz
  • [Intro]
    Let me assert my firm belief
    That the only thing that we have to fear is...fear itself

    Cut the check man x2
    Bobby!

    [Verse 1]
    Ladies and gentlemen
    Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis
    This is the part where you flip the ************* out as you feel the adrenaline
    I'm only here to give, I'm only here to give you the experience
    Oh what an experience, they probably should've prescribed me with Ritalin
    But ************* it, rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn't real, it was just an experiment
    All of these years I was taught to be ignorant
    Tryin' to figure out why I'm so dif-ferent
    Modern day life is set up like a pyramid
    I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance
    Wake up now, tryna' sell me a member*************p
    *************ttin' on *************s so much that I'm hemorrhaging
    Your ************* on my couch auditioning
    She wants me to buy her some booty shots
    But I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin
    My mind's overflowing with images
    So many thoughts I can never remember them
    But I never forget to go straight to the source
    I learned to cut out all the middle men
    I got no patience for your basics
    Time is windiling, you just ain't interesting
    No strangers inside of the organization
    That *************t is strictly prohibited
    The music industry is sickening
    But no one will ever admit this *************t
    These *************s ain't making the numbers they make
    And *************t, half of these *************s pretending

    [Bridge]
    Yo, ************* a hater, ************* a genre
    No genre
    You can't box it in
    They try to box me in but they couldn't box me in
    They try to describe me but they just still can't describe me to this day
    You'll never be able to describe me
    No genre, no genre, no genre
    The label

    [Verse 2]
    Why do I bother spending time gathering thoughts up?
    (?) go a little bit harder
    I'm like Jesus on the microphone
    I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots)
    Kinda' like Jimmy Carter, just a little bit darker
    The rap game just got a little bit smaller
    I just lay down the facts
    So lay down and stay down or stay off my sack
    *************s say I ain't ****, need to lay off the crack
    Bustin' like a mother******' AR with lasers
    Drop a ******' bomb on the radar like Adolph was back
    I blow a state straight off the map
    Hundred round ricochet, when them stray rounds come back
    Got to go and get this paper, I can't hang out to chat
    Where the, where the, where the players at?
    Bring the paper back
    Running through the racks like a mother******' pyromaniac
    I need a lady that ain't a basic rat, with a crazy gat
    With a decent booty hanging out her back
    Give that thing a smack like a angry black (pow)
    But before I smash gotta' wear a safety hat
    Bobby where the mac? Bobby where the mac?
    Man Eastside got the flow, had to bring it back
    Now mother******s acting conscious and *************t
    Just cause you're dressed like a hippie
    Attending the Coachella concert and *************t
    Don't make you no different than me
    Cause I happen to like making money and *************t
    I'm just being honest, I never make promises
    I just pay homage and *************t
    No Genre you *************
    Bandz