BabyTron - Genesis 1:1 lyrics

(You're not making this easy, Kyle)
Leaving out for school with
Headphones in the bag
Mapping out a plan that every
Play get split in half
Leaving out for school with
Headphones in the bag bitch

Leaving out for school with
Headphones in the bag
2017, was getting to it, skipping class
Mapping out a plan that every
Play get split in half
Half in the stash and half in the scams
Or going masked up or break
A slab and the grams
Only a few ways that you
Can live where I'm from
Where I'm at in life
It's hard to get where I'm from
"Mama, there he go"
I motivate the kids whеre I'm from
2019, I dropped Bin Reapеr, they was sleeping
Pitchfork rated it a seven, they was tweaking
2020, seemed like all my haters
They was peaking
But that's unemployment for you
I ain't think that they was eating
Same year, I hit a new gear, I switched modes
But I can't break the code
I can't switch teams
S1 to the DSM, I'm throwing big B's
BabyTron, StanWill, TrDee, the big three
Lando took a chance on
Us and everybody laughed
Now it's 2022 and everybody mad
'Cause if you want a verse
Now then it cost twenty
Whoever counted gang out, shit
They all dummies
Rolling Stone, XXL, the next thing for me
How you even worried 'bout my
Battle with a clean sword? (How)
Almost sent an SOS but then I seen shore
When you die, it ain't no waking up
Fuck I'ma sleep for?
Hit him with that Porter's
Now he a particle i don't rap battle
Forty weapons in my arsenal
He a clown trusting hoes
Someone get him to the carnival
Helmut Lang, Warren Lotus
Walking out looking remarkable

Fuck an arm and leg
I paid a body for this Human Made
I was in the field for real while
You was doing two a day
Locked in with money
I been staying out of Cupid range
Turkey Man busting down the 'bows
Riding right next to him, shipping out a load
Mari, MJ, and 40 tripping with the Pro's
Whipping what's it called with
What's his name, we in the store
I'm on a different magnitude
I maxed out my attributes
Keep your two cents 'cause I
Don't ever remember asking you
Told her, "Quit the attitude"
She gon' get a bag or two
Supreme dripping off my shirt
This not Thrasher, dude
The dumbest shit to do is compare me to you
The dumbest shit to do is
Comparing us to them
Like I don't know a team could match up
Rafael Nadal, bitch, I'm racked up
Letterman say Saint Laurent
Look like I play for Varsity
'Fore I let you get a 'Wood
I gotta grab the darkest leaf
Quick to have you looking crazy
Don't you even start with me
Your bitch wake up early
Brush her teeth then she gargle me

What you want? Some Dosidos
Or the Snickerdoodle?
We don't sell no tea cups, nah
This the bigger poodle
You could find us everywhere, TV, Twitter
Google
I could tell the worker used the work
I see it in her pupils
If you look into my eyes
You gon' see the vision
They don't think how I think
So I been keeping distance
I was in the field where it's hot
Larry Fitzgerald
In the 'Raq with chicken on me
I ain't have to hit Harold's
F&Ns and Desert Eagles
These some big barrels
(Bah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia)

Leaving out for school with
Headphones in the bag
2017, was getting to it, skipping class
Mappin' out a plan that every
Play get split in half
Half in the stash and half in the scams