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Nicholas Craven & Boldy James - Evil Genius
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Music Director
Boldy James
Boldy James
Lead Vocals
Roberto Viglione
Roberto Viglione
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Songwriter
Boldy James
Boldy James
Lyrics
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Producer
Roberto Viglione
Roberto Viglione
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I just wish the bro was with me, yeah What else? I'm done feeling, tryna sympathize on my thug livin' All I emphasize is the drug dealin' (I swear) Shit that they gon' hold against me when I'm Grammy-nominated I just wish the bro was with me, look at all the time we wasted In the kitchen, whippin' 'caine, could've been took the game and dominated 'Fore this street shit was overpopulated (was) When you gettin' money, fuckin' hoes come with the territory Never tell my story, 'cause these bitches be too complicated (they do) Out of all these pushers from my ghetto, I'm the one that made it (I'm the one) But all these fraud niggas on top, and I'm so underrated Just a couple questions in my mind that I want answers to (I answer myself) Bad bitch, legs crossed, readin' Maya Angelou Can't touch what you can't feel if it's not tangible Police know we creatures, so they treat us like we animals You think blocks support some shit like that? You never know Teenage Mutant in the whip, he spin like Michelangelo For the hypes off of Fenkell, stuffin' pipes and them needles By the stripes on the Regal, got more stripes than a Bengal Creased up without a wrinkle, drippin' ice and the sprinkles It ain't no mystery with me, my whole life been illegal (for real) Before that road life, I spent some more nights with the demons Sold dope my whole life, I slept some cold nights on the cement Stepped on the blow twice, they know that I'm a evil genius Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business I love 'hardt, all that ever got me was a drug charge Risk my life to never see my son starve (that's for real) Never feel my daughter hurt (no) Ever since the day her mother water burst (huh) I been stackin' hundreds with the watermark Rollin' off of Charlevoix (yeah) Royal Oak my Audemar (huh-hun) Town was hot in Virginia, so we shot the bag to Bodymore (you know it) Shit was all a blur, went with my first bet Staring a light behind tint behind these blurred lines (blurred lines) Should've killed that nigga the first time The most premeditated; out of all these killers, we the worst kind In like a second and a half, this bitch shoot 30 times (krrr) Run everything in 7-6 from North and 39 (drugs on) All the way to Grand River; right before the scam-demic Everything goin' on, been had my hands in it (touch it) Makin' snow angels with the flake, they know we playin' with it (flake) Run up in your spot with 50 guap and get to layin' niggas (gang, gang) For the hypes off of Fenkell, stuffin' pipes and them needles (huh-hun) By the stripes on the Regal, got more stripes than a Bengal Creased up without a wrinkle, drippin' ice and the sprinkles (huh-hun) It ain't no mystery with me, my whole life been illegal (how low?) Before that road life, I spent some more nights with the demons Sold dope my whole life, I slept some cold nights on the cement (cold nights) Stepped on the blow twice, they know that I'm a evil genius Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business (yeah) Hey Real street niggas clean cut but he mean business Big business Is what we standing on, yeah Hell block, hully gully Drug zone, blockworks
Writer(s): James Clay Jones Iii, Nicholas Craven Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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