Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles
And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
Over 20 homes, but i need a chick
Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic
Of the book of your life
Right flows down and they might go nice
Or know them testament verses
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Bro what a bad schizophrenia u suffer///////
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
Its etched in my genetic code forever
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
And god blessed me with a lot of patience
How they pull off that sick no explanations
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