Genesis

[Hook] I spit for shy chicks and fly clicks [Verse 1] The world's mine I heard it when I was a young teen But kids keep fronting, and shit be stunting Because when I had hope, this broad stabbed my dwell heart Bludgeoned it to death, and it fell apart People dying, but the memories are immortal The devil's are laughing, and so I chortle Now a lot of girls like me, so they blow a kiss and wink Sitting on benches, I just reminisce and think Used to play my cards high, and I'd push chance But shit is scanty and so is romance Trifle thru the days without thinking or thoughts Society, bitches and poverty are just, overwrought Things are getting hard, that's not a figure of speech I feel shorted, thoughts coming like a distorted screech Vexed, perplexed, stressed, life's a beach I never slandered slurs, or spat nasty words I keep my lips shut, and don't rip strut Most scit scat talking about how they nip cat No need to fuck, just a fat smack Lye a dub sack, but meanwhile I run raps Can my brain remain sane, living in a world that's vain Where fate contemplates hate, and evilness is the game Coping with the times, hoping I could live fine But for now I spit a rhyme, and try to get mine Because times are rancid, and shit be tainted Speaking words, pictures painted Not going to sleep, for hours past midnight Making the transition for my ambition to get right I've seen friends come and go Counting my keep, trying to make some dough On the D-low, life's a gamble, and I'm in a game of cee lo From getting gashed to trashed, this shit is played out I see days fade out, and hours strayed out Thoughts I bring about, hold on or let go Didn't grow up in the country or the ghetto Wanted nothing but piece, and god handed me a stiletto Consider this my libretto, my reflection Asked for affection, got nothing but a I remember to the days when I'd strut on the street Now I'm making cuts my earned keep But that's the way the wheel spins Putting your hands on book, to distill sin The real faith actions come from within Rappers get split like a seven Because I spit hell, they automatically sent to heaven [Hook] "In Southern California where the dogs and the ribs stay" "And have you running like a chicken with it's head cut off"