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genii - bona fide lyrics

[part i]
pull up to the house with a ghost, toke, blunt giving me the most
when the phones out, a 45, with the blrr, glide so low
with the lowride, with the game, i play solo, top five, norf norf
west side, with a b+tch, so fine, grate quad o
quid pro quo, i’m a giant, fee fi fo, man
f+ck you and the hood that you’re from
one train this track and make you my son
i’m so interstellar, got a strong cerebellum
find someone who’s better, more vetted, than the best
look at me, yeah i said it, your track only sedative
sedativ, whatever
i’m attached to a tether, dragging me to rap heaven
i’mma die as legend
suicide not an option
flow light as a feather, so god please let us
destroy the fake thug rnb rap scenario, i mastered the video
now i rap my way to helios
vamanos, adios, make you sweat like cardio
cardi b, outta here, lilskis, everywhere
sleeping on people like me, cause of feeble rhyme schemes man
that sh+t won’t last

wake up everyday i ain’t beside n0body else
everytime i fall down i don’t need n0body else
truth to myself, i ain’t need n0body’s help
solitary like i’m board and i’ll never say sorry
[part ii]
a falsetto in the spring, tenner better in the ring
this summers colder than a rink, holding my arm to the sink
look at baby, how she wink, bonafide, with the clink
just some guys on the brink, borderline, how i think
i don’t feel older, although i know i’ve grown
everyday the night gets shorter, in the blanket with the moan
got the bottle, check the phone, just so i don’t be alone
in my world i feel at home, been a minute tyrone
i see who i am but you never see him
leave the keys in ignition, please breathe for the living
i deceased in my mind
that’s a given, that’s a sign, i need change

[part iii]
over a year you back on my phone, phone, phone
over a minute i’m solo, my eye state is so low when
looking through all these photos
i know what i’m gon do, at least that’s what i be telling myself
i’m not alone, just finally getting better at selling myself
making this music it’s so dope, wasting my time for lord knows
making it known i’m back on my dirtiest, genii be wildling these days, with the wordiest
this is a courteous, drinkin luxurious, celebrate albums before even hearing em
if you asleep, b+tch you can’t be serious
this is the flow that will leave you delirious
giving you hope, i am the pope, with all the philosophical notes
look my majors, i am the saviour, wish i could share all these lyrical papers
within them lies the truth, i’m the god inside my booth
one day you’ll ask me to sign your shoes, they’ll even be designed by who
me, making a label like coogi, look at the last name, i’m biggie
working so shady, like fifty, enough with the reference, i’m tipsyyyy

- genii lyrics

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