In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God
Then He came to me and said ni--a get on your job
You gots to write your way out (No excuses)
You gots to write your way out
In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God
Then He came to me and said nigga get on your job
You gots to write your way out (You got the juice)
You gots to write your way out
No stopping the
Mid-City philosopher
I'm Genghis Khan
When the mic is on
More than conqueror
Like the gram I come on strong
Bullets massage flesh
If you rub me wrong
40s poured when you dead and gone
It's shame that a man's life eulogized over St. Ides
The Klan invested in malt liquor
To laugh at ya'll ni--as
Arizona tall cans
Train kids to drink early
Yes it's all planned
If cancer is hell on earth
Then we all damned
Naw
God got the bridge
He said F.Y.I. I made you to live
Plant jewels in these seedlings
That's positive
F-ck up the world
Till your pee stings
That's figurative
I'm cleaner than the Center of Disease Control
Baby sauced up by my bars she need a blow
She hornier than a trumpet
Because I'm a player that's triumphant n-gga
In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God
Then He came to me and said ni--a get on your job
You gots to write your way out (No excuses)
You gots to write your way out
In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God
Then He came to me and said ni--a get on your job
You gots to write your way out (You got the juice)
You gots to write your way out
Let's grab Uncle Sam by the pu--y on some Trump sh-t
He's still not my president
So f-ck the name dropping
The game huddled around me for leadership
I'm calling on the options
Respected from LA to BK
All coasts
Get NFL owners' side chicks legs up for me like a goal post
In the zone
Running through the holes
Oh well Odell
I'm snatching up your hoes
More righteous then Kaepernick
US antagonist
Snatch governor's collars
But a hero on this rapping sh-t
Most of this hip hop is buttocks
Little nigs glued to the YouTube for gluteus
Mumbling and fumbling over words
Bro the foolishness
Blame the school districts
For graduating illiterates
Make these crack babies kick rocks
A pop star is code word for writer's block
My pen jot the Top 5 Spot
From the life's octagon
To winners' circles
I won't stop
In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God
Then He came to me and said ni--a get on your job
You gots to write your way out (You got the juice)
You gots to write your way out
My gift unorthodox like a Jew that's Messianic
Tested in the life
Got my blessings
Feeling brolic
They say millennials is colic
Spoiled babies that went to college
I did the knowledge on the beats
I got a Ph.D
In being hotter
I vibe off a record player
Sweet Angel
Anita Baker
Damn I miss my mama
Beyond woke
It's insomnia
I'm on it more than flockers off of Normandie
Normally
Looking for the stash box
In the Bahamas
Silk Pajamas with a laptop
The workaholic with no days off
I went to the White House
Serving cocktails that's Molotov
I'm in my bag
F.Y.I. forever shine
I make the winter sad
More soul than a negro spiritual
Make'em free at last
The only ni--a from the century
To inspire artists and the fans
My words turn to numbers
I'll take money over tweeting hashtags
Yeah
In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God
Then He came to me and said ni--a get on your job
You gots to write your way out (You got the juice)
You gots to write your way out