| Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the Popeyes drive-thru
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| I had to tell my driver I’ll guide you
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| See my life thru a BlackBerry
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| Some people like that
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| But I think its kinda scary
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| I’m somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away
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| And you can tell I’m never comin back after today
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| I bundle up for the night air
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| Even though its cold and dark yo I still wear white Nike Airs
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| I cop like 4 pairs
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| It reminds me of Michigan and Antwan Jobear
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| I hit the night like I’m el presidentay
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| Don’t wanna be up in the kizer perementay yo
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| And I rush outta town like Picasso I rap pain
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| A perfect picture yo
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| Then I come right back
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| Then I embrace my criminal mind, a criminal kind
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| Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine
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| Cuz my style is real 'Pac yo with the Pun set
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| A lotta Tuxedos before I gotta jet
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| I like breakfast in the nighttime
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| MGA made a clock man its fight time
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| Man this the life of a blind genius
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| And even though I can see let me tell you what I mean is
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| I’m so blind by material things
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| Yeah sometimes I don’t see whats in front of me mane
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| Yeah ya heard right
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| I hit the night life
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| And shake the whole scene up like a pair of dice
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| I tell the bartender thats too much ice
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| And she over charging on the Hennessy price
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| I don’t freestyle
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| I don’t free lance
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| I said paced out
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| I say pay fast
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| I know homies that passed in the weight class
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| But it was pushin weight that they all passed at
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| And when I gamble don’t catch me on a bad day
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| Like when the warriors had just lost the other day
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| You send me to a preacher
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| I confess
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| You said its all good
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| I said lets bet
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| I think of Khan at the crack of dawn
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| And then I hit my closet for a new Sean John
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| I’m in the middle of a premier pack
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| I put vocals in the burgundy 'lac
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| Yo my perm is like jet black
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| Man its the life of a blind soul
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| Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold
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| Or like a married man who ain’t never faithful
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| But talk down on a pimp when he break hoes
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| I hit my court date smellin like straight weed
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| Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans
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| You might have to pray for me when I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in
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| the latest and the greatest
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| My aphrodisiac is the payest
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| Never to play us or delay us
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| And everyone that know me homie know I gotta shopping fetish
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| If you think I’m buyin you somethin you best forget it
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| Backwards like Benjamin button
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| Or SuperBad somethin like McLovin
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| Hotter than the oven
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| Baby that boils the crack
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| And When it comes to rap
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| I’m like a spoiled brat
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| And you can catch me some days, hair oiled back
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| And countin on somethin thats a royal stack
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| At the tuxedo party in royal black
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| They had barbeque I said foil that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blind Genius , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album KHAN! The Me Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп