Lyrics Poetic Genetics - 3g

Pinning all they necks to the wall with a thumbtack
Hardest youngin' coming up this is some facts
Flow so effortless, hear it and they slump back
I jus want the crumbs back
Yeah
I am not around for the plat' plaques
I am not around for the fat stacks
Well, maybe one fat bag
I am not around for the games and the gimmicks
I'm jus tryna love the journey now unpack that, cap that, facts
Attack that back to back to back
Running on the track for laps I lap backs
With a sack full a rocks and crap I can't slack
I won't never hang my towel on the rack
But I see they keeping track
They ain't wanna me win, they would rather see me lack
Tuh
Then it change wit a "bzz, bzz, bzz" on my name
Asking for they life to change, they ain't never offered change
They ain't stood out in the rain
They make good off all my pain
So I guess you out the pane, huh
Feel the toxin in the beat make me throw up on it
How much pressure can I throw upon 'em
One-up on 'em cuz I got the run up on 'em
Sudden callin' for a paramedic
'Cause I see 'em crawling on the street, but I'm still sympathetic
Don't be mistaking it for sweet though, sugar's for the diabetics
Uh

Poetic genetics this in my bloodstream
Energy kinetic 'cause I'm never letting up in the rough seas
Feel a little bit a shock when you touch me
Must seem like a dream see the steam, is he crazy?
"Yeah, he must be"
Yeah I must be (Huh)
Yeah I must be (Aye)
Uh
But I still won't stop

'Cause I'm still here, no fear
In my heart, I push this art
That's shout-out Curt, go out with bangs
Sing to ya' girl like Kurt Cobain
What's in this cup no Kirko Bangz
I'll go
Get a ring for the city
Go get a bag, slide bro quick 50
Head of the new era, now fitted
Aye
I want it now more than ever
Takin' the top five with a G-9, it ain't nothin' to set up
I need a pocket of pleasure
They ain't give no love to the real ones
In the city, I'm better
Wait
The city of rappers I'm better than
I been real humble now I'm popping all of it
I seen a few of y'all copy my fashion fit
Copy the flows, I'm back here for all of it
Counted me out, now I'm sending condolences
Right with a hearse for these rappers I'm putting in
Putting my heart in these verses for y'all to ignore
Got no choice to coerce it
When it's like that I'm at who in my vision
Aim at rappers with malicious intention
Ain't looking back on the past, it's a hindrance
'Less it's a bag for the team, it ain't written
Can't give the fakest a feign of attention
Speak from the soul if it's written, I'm spittin'
Taking 'em out I'm a kid on a mission, and if they sh-wait, hold up