Lloyd OP - GENIE (feat. Lilstarship)

Fix yo face you lackin
They sleepin nigga they drowsy
We locked in you slackin
Don't need that shit round me
Everything is counterfeit
It's quite amazing
You following the fake
What an imitation
Money make money
Ima green ass nigga
Man I been about the chase
Hoe I been about the paper
Tell me bout myself
But you ain't look in the mirror
Locked into my next move
They tryna guess my next move
Starve for the paper
I seen in they faces
They die for this shit
Man They need it
Was never amused
Was seeking approval
I still to this day
Man I need it
Lil black boy with his pockets all out
In his Jean shorts
Lived life in inverse
Watched niggas pick pennies from the basketball court
Still ain't got shit but a forty and some Newport's
Man this shit hurt
What's a life to a nigga who live his life first
Ma pray at church that his life shit work
Cuz he swear that he next
And I swear that he next
But it's so much in hope
Hopefully we live life like Eden
Pray To God, revelation we eating
Hope to Jah we don't indulge in the streets
And lose it all to green that
Make this shit move!
Ima make this shit move
We tryna have bitches that gon make that shit move
Pussies say I'm green b
My niggas here green with me
And no doubt agree with me
This money make a meme of me
Aye
Fix yo face you lackin
They sleepin nigga they drowsy
We locked in you slackin
Don't need that shit round me
Everything is counterfeit
It's quite amazing
You following the fake
What an imitation
Money make money
Ima green ass nigga
Man I been about the chase
Hoe I been about the paper
Tell me bout myself
But you ain't look in the mirror
Locked into my next move
They tryna guess my next move
She gonna give me that dome
Tell me it's wrong
She got a man back at home
Then she gon blow up my phone
But she don't know
I got her friend in my room
Count what I made this week
Rubber-band pink
All my hoes they mad at me
Eating me up like a tree
Then ima leave
Keepin it quiet
Discreet
All these bitches they fake
Give me that face
Then they gon get out my way
You know I ain't gon chase
Time is like money
I can't let none go to waste
Ridin a Rafe
Feel like i'm in space
Whippin it fast and i'm swervin these lanes
Can't chase a hoe while i'm chasin this cake
Stackin these honey's I just left the bank
Fix yo face you lackin
They sleepin nigga they drowsy
We locked in you slackin
Don't need that shit round me
Everything is counterfeit
It's quite amazing
You following the fake
What an imitation
Money make money
Ima green ass nigga
Man I been about the chase
Hoe I been about the paper
Tell me bout myself
But you ain't look in the mirror
Locked into my next move
They tryna guess my next move
We only talk flex
Cuz we know we gon get it
Man I flow like a genie
Bitch I give you what you wishing
Throw my comp in a pitch
Then I piss on the bitch
Have you pissed off
Kick you to the curb
Like it's kickball
Just another fucking throwaway
The next tape have you fucked up like buffet
Ima keep hush till that great day
Tell your friends about meh
Before it's too late
Gah damn what more can I fucking say
Look young nigga man you got three wishes

Written by:
Alexey Brooke, Beck Wazan, Lloyd Oppong

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