ATM, Six The Don - Genesis or Genocide

What's your definition of wealth?
As I think thoughts to myself
As my cars parking itself
As my mentor sits in a cell
Man I can't tell
Is there Heaven? is there a Hell?
It's genesis? Or genocide?
Bullets fly like the Southside of the Chi
We live, ma' fucker we live!
Chopard shades over my eyes
Move like I'm blind
Limo tint on the ride, can't stop my shine
Maya Angelou vibes, "And Still I Rise"
Phantom drop head doors, thats suicide
Thats death defied. Come step inside
Of the mind of a nigga born 85
My pops let bullets fly, my momma got foolish pride
Drug dealers appeared in my minds eye
We wheeling where crime thrives, envisioning higher times
Got to provide. My spirits barely aligned
Even as the murder rate climbs. I can't decline
Think Klein, think Boy Georgie Rivera
Think of every dope boy from that era. Think of their errors
Greed etcetera. Keep Heckler
And Koch for the hecklers. Watch for the set ups
Im far from obsessed with all this cheddar
Im more concerned about places that it can get us
May your infrareds get redder
Money get greener, bluer, cleaner, whatever
It's deeper than some words put together
Speak in codes if you're trying to avoid a sentence
Theres no feeling like some birds put together
Living life knowing life is what it can get yah
A thousand grams in these hydraulic compressors
Thats desperate times and desperate measures
The stamp reads, Gods Gift. May he protect us
In the presence. Yah don't get it
Three strike laws, thats what they chef us
Fed vendettas, fuck corrections
Ain't no mistaking, I think big like Corretta
Or like Voletta but they won't let us
And when I get it, thats on God I won't let up
Apply the pressure, they gon' respect us
And you can bet it
Don't kill the messenger, just get the message
Is this genesis or genocide?
With every flight I hop on, wifeys losing her mind
Though I can pluck a few thousand from the sky
Am I building or destroying something? I can't decide
My order kicks in, got to provide
The higher order kicks in, but stay alive
Shit alive ain't good enough, I got to thrive
Shit alive ain't good enough? My nigga open your eyes
My third eye awoken in 85
As I'm exploring why, in this space and time
Thats the only thing thats running through my mind
With my baby boys smile, guess they aligned
Thats genesis for yah. You know I live for yah
You know i'll die for yah
Thats genocide for yah
And the lord shall decide for us
And while I'm here, I'm going to rise for us
Im being guided by the highest force
Let's call it love, where the truth break down the lies for us
And thank God for it. Willing to die for it
Sun in the sky boy, no switching sides boy
Praise to Allah boy
Am I genesis or genocide?
I walk around with three eyes
Hope I'm giving clean vibes
Im saying prayers with Queens vibes
Money machines, rides
Living life in disguise of my divine
But why?

Written by:
Andrew Martinez, Richard Perez

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