Evil Genius (feat. Nicholas Craven)

I just wish the bro was with me, yeah
What else?

I'm done feeling, tryna sympathize for my thug livin'
All I emphasize is the drug dealin'
Shit that they gon' hold against me when I'm Grammy-nominated
I just wish the bro was with me, look at all the time we wasted
In the kitchen, whippin' 'caine, could've been took the game and dominated
'Fore this street shit was overpopulated (It was)
When you gettin' money, fuckin' hoes come with the territory (Yeah)
Never tell my story, 'cause these bitches be too complicated (They do)
Out of all these pushers from my ghetto, I'm the one that made it (I'm the one)
But all these fraud niggas on top and I'm so underrated
Just a couple questions in my mind that I want answers to (I ask myself)
Bad bitch, legs crossed, readin' Maya Angelou (Mafia, what else?)
Can't touch what you can't feel if it's not tangible
Police know we Creatures, so they treat us like we animals (Biggest creature in the jungle)
You think Blocks'll pull some shit like that? You never know
Teenage Mutant in the whip, he spin like Michelangelo

For the hypes off of Fenkell, stuffin' pipes and them needles
Rally stripes on the Regal, got more stripes than a Bengal
Creased up without a wrinkle, drippin' ice and the sprinkles
It ain't no mystery with me, my whole life been illegal
Before that road life, I spent some long nights with the demons
Sold dope my whole life, I slept some cold nights on the cement
Stepped on the blow twice, they know that I'm an evil genius
Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business

I love hard, all that ever got me was a drug charge
Risk my life to never see my son starve
Never felt my daughter hurt
Ever since the day her mother water burst
I been stackin' hundreds with the watermark
Rollin' off of Charlevoix, Royal Oak my Audemars
Town was hot in Virginia, so we shot the bag to Bodymore (You know it)
Shit was all a blur, went with my first mind
Stay with that light behind tint behind these blurred lines
Should've killed that nigga the first time
The most premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind (Real spill)
In like a second and a half, this bitch shoot thirty times
Run everything in 7-6 from North and 39 (Drug zone)
All the way to Grand River; right before the scam-demic
Everything goin' on, been had my hands in it
Makin' snow angels with the flake, they know we playin' with it
Run up in your spot with fifty guap and get to layin' niggas

For the hypes off of Fenkell, stuffin' pipes and them needles
Rally stripes on the Regal, got more stripes than a Bengal
Creased up without a wrinkle, drippin' ice and the sprinkles
It ain't no mystery with me, my whole life been illegal
Before that road life, I spent some long nights with the demons
Sold dope my whole life, I slept some cold nights on the cement (Cold nights)
Stepped on the blow twice, they know that I'm an evil genius (Yeah)
Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business

Ayy
Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business
Big business
That's what we standing on
Yeah
Hell block, hully gully
Drug zone, blockworks