I guess God did have plans for a G

No matter how hard they hit I still stand on my feet

Shades on my face sand on my feet

Been in the lab, feel like Dexter in the game

God ain't bless 'em they put hex's in them chains

This for my indigenous shorties with X's in they names

My bodega was Yemen that shotty under the denim

I point they spit venom that's how it is in the X

I just stay in my lane, rock fly shit, write these rhymes cater the game

Co-pilot duckin' strays and thunder bolts, it's enlightening

Never dropped names and still got out the indictment

Coulda never dropped and kept all in the vault

Imagine that, these rappers would be better off

G-E-NO-V-E-SE, GenoVESE, better known as, that kid from the Bronx that sets fire to notepads

Multi talented like Bo Jack, run up in ya Stu and slap you up, and get my flow back

You rockin with the insatiable

Can never get enough that's why I got no time to play with you

Coast to Coast worldwide I gotta rep the set

Rings blingin on my arm I got a bad brunette

I'm not a rapper just a writer with a fly accent

Spit that shit that'll make a fiend sweat

Me and Nán rockin New Balances you ain't seen yet

Teddy Santis, focused and steady handed

Not a foreign to the drama, I'm native to all the damage

Sharp tongues redirected they can cut like a sword

That dollar bill start dippin im gettin money abroad

They drew up all the plays im just exploitin the flaws

From the streets to the market, im pushin Art Just like Kaws

Hold my daughter while im leanin on the car

Gold glistening in the sun you can see it from afar

Word to Franco

My shooter from Port-Au-Prince

on paper he don't exist

These Versace's got a tint, so when I'm in the mirror dawg I ain't gotta squint

These Versace's got a tint, so when I'm in the mirror dawg I ain't gotta squint