Текст песни Nicholas Craven, Boldy James - Evil Genius

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

I'm done feeling
Tryna sympathize on 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
When you gettin' money, fuckin' hoes come with the territory
Never tell my story, 'cause thеse bitches be too complicatеd
Out of all these pushers from my ghetto, I'm the one that made it
But all these fraud niggas on top and I'm so underrated
Just a couple questions in my mind that I want answers to
Bad bitch, legs crossed, readin' Maya Angelou
Can't touch what you can't feel if it's not tangible
Police know we Creatures, so they treat us like we animals
You think Blocks support some shit like that? You never know
Teenage Mutant in the whip, he spin like Michelangelo

off of Fenkell, stuffin' pipes and them needles
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 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 a evil genius
Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business

I love 'hardt, all that ever got me was a drug charge
Risk my life to never see my son starve
Never feel 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 Audemar
Town was hot in Virginia, so we shot the bag to Bodymore
Shit was all a blur;
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
In like a second and a half, this bitch shoot thirty times
Run everything in 7-6 from North and 39
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 50 guap and get to layin' niggas

off of Fenkell, stuffin' pipes and them needles
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 [?] 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 a evil genius
Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business