![Blind Genius - Andre Nickatina](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284751799283925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 19.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Blind Genius |
Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the Popeyes drive-thru |
I had to tell my driver I’ll guide you |
See my life thru a BlackBerry |
Some people like that |
But I think its kinda scary |
I’m somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away |
And you can tell I’m never comin back after today |
I bundle up for the night air |
Even though its cold and dark yo I still wear white Nike Airs |
I cop like 4 pairs |
It reminds me of Michigan and Antwan Jobear |
I hit the night like I’m el presidentay |
Don’t wanna be up in the kizer perementay yo |
And I rush outta town like Picasso I rap pain |
A perfect picture yo |
Then I come right back |
Then I embrace my criminal mind, a criminal kind |
Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine |
Cuz my style is real 'Pac yo with the Pun set |
A lotta Tuxedos before I gotta jet |
I like breakfast in the nighttime |
MGA made a clock man its fight time |
Man this the life of a blind genius |
And even though I can see let me tell you what I mean is |
I’m so blind by material things |
Yeah sometimes I don’t see whats in front of me mane |
Yeah ya heard right |
I hit the night life |
And shake the whole scene up like a pair of dice |
I tell the bartender thats too much ice |
And she over charging on the Hennessy price |
I don’t freestyle |
I don’t free lance |
I said paced out |
I say pay fast |
I know homies that passed in the weight class |
But it was pushin weight that they all passed at |
And when I gamble don’t catch me on a bad day |
Like when the warriors had just lost the other day |
You send me to a preacher |
I confess |
You said its all good |
I said lets bet |
I think of Khan at the crack of dawn |
And then I hit my closet for a new Sean John |
I’m in the middle of a premier pack |
I put vocals in the burgundy 'lac |
Yo my perm is like jet black |
Man its the life of a blind soul |
Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold |
Or like a married man who ain’t never faithful |
But talk down on a pimp when he break hoes |
I hit my court date smellin like straight weed |
Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans |
You might have to pray for me when I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in |
the latest and the greatest |
My aphrodisiac is the payest |
Never to play us or delay us |
And everyone that know me homie know I gotta shopping fetish |
If you think I’m buyin you somethin you best forget it |
Backwards like Benjamin button |
Or SuperBad somethin like McLovin |
Hotter than the oven |
Baby that boils the crack |
And When it comes to rap |
I’m like a spoiled brat |
And you can catch me some days, hair oiled back |
And countin on somethin thats a royal stack |
At the tuxedo party in royal black |
They had barbeque I said foil that |
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