Genius Freestyle

I bet the story you imagine has a better ending I tell 'em what actually happens and they get offended I just submitted the paperwork, it could take a minute 'Cause Sony own me some money, I'm Mr. Independent I've never been on a label roster See, there's a price you gotta pay What you say it'll cost ya? Ironic, how they sleeping on me is waking the monster I didn't come to see, I came to conquer like it's a game of Contra It's me and Tron in the studio off the edibles Watching number two of Incredibles eating day-old pasta That red berry CÎROC is my only choice of vodka Even before the sponsor And you can check the rider if you think I'm a liar But this is all facts Tyler know I trust him, accustomed to never fall back Tell promoters I want the orange soda in all caps Keep it real, Kenan and Kel, like bitch I'm all that, ugh I promise they the worst, it's karma they deserve I knew that shit would flop, it's another table turnt The bridge is in the river, I watched the way it burn I tried to make it work, but that's not the way it work So what they making now is half of what I make in merch Ooh, they hating now, at least they got a wave to surf Yeah, I got the hitters like I'm out here playing first Never mind, you don't get it, I'm a motherfucking genius (I'm a motherfucking genius) See, I've been tryna dumb it down for convenience (Tryna dumb it down for convenience) I remember running 'round in my teen years Couple misdemeanors, I'm mischievous I was hearing from a high school senior The teacher saying I wouldn't be shit Well, hey, Mr. Hayward, have you seen this? I grew up a lot since my sophomore Fuck a popularity contest or prom court My homecoming going dummy when I'm on tour Independent money, never bet it on the wrong horse You broke bad, the jab is uncalled-for It's low class, my forecast is offshore It's all foreign, the car foreign, the broad foreign The porn I'm making is fornicating, no soft core Yeah If she wanna fuck a rapper, we gon' let her fuck a rapper Say "whatever happened, happened", I don't kiss and tell Then I send her back home and I wish her well She a 10 in Cincinnati, that's a different scale You ain't living large, shorty, that's a living hell Here's a business card, shorty, you can hit the cell It's eggshell, word to Christian Bale Hey, never mind, you don't get it, I'm a motherfucking genius (I'm a motherfucking genius) See, I've been tryna dumb it down for convenience (Tryna dumb it down for convenience) I remember running 'round in my teen years Couple misdemeanors, I'm mischievous I was hearing from a high school senior The teacher saying I wouldn't be shit Well, hey, Mr. Hayward, have you seen this? Dumb it down, dumb it down I'm a motherfucking genius I've been tryna dumb it down for convenience Dumb it down, dumb it down I'm a motherfucking - I'm a motherfucking genius