Ride (Freestyle)

Twenty points, five blocks, what I average a game Twelve assists, most of those go to Atticus Lane, I might Lob pass it to Cleff, he only 5'9 So he throws it off the glass to MAUREY9DIME They be like "Gene, how you rap AND fight crime?" Audemars in Easter eggs, boy I find time That sounds like just another Sunday at Puff's house I'm handed Ciroc and a rack as I duck out Good God, what a life I live All I'm really missing now is a wife and kids And a big backyard with a dog to run around in it Looking up at it, not a cloud it in Still I wonder why my nation's such a circus So I checked the oval office, ain't no wonder, it's a clown in it Looks like his red nose dye got in in his hair gel Pushing these crackers to try me because I'm caramel Let it be known that I fear no man And I got love for VA, boy, I fear no clan, they just A bunch of white boys tryna be you Michelle Obama, Meagan Good, Zendaya, now those are fine people I had a whole list of names for that last bar But they ain't tryna go with a rodie, Don Cheadle I wrote this on the clock, hands dirty, neck aching Tryna make a dime stretch, pocket full of pine needles Currently I'm still pushing the '02 Corrolla I hope I get to hear this back in a new Corrolla But I ain't pressed, I'm blessed and my job legal I keep it whatever twenty time five equals I keep it thorough like Havoc and Prod Life is more than just having a job, see I stopped chasing checks and I started chasing after a God All this time, I guess I had it inside, ask my dad and my mom 2008, they asked me what my plans were A twelve-year-old Gene didn't have an answer My brother, a baller, my sister, on the honor roll I felt like I wasn't living up to the standard The black sheep of the fam until I started writing Over rap beats for the fans, I have be an example For young ones striving to feed their loved ones Instead of making them eat from my hand, death to self By the way, by the summer, you'll have the rest of Self I just needed a breather, see I had to rest myself Caught a lil bit of writers block, tires popped, but I do what I gotta do with whatever deck I'm dealt I felt some type of way when y'all hit me about the song length And I get it, I really do, them joints long But y'all worried bout how many points y'all can score I'm more concerned with what basket I score my points on Understand, my work will outlive me Legacy, who's Walt without Mickey? And what's faith without works? I'll outwork anybody, ain't no doubt in me Word up (Yup)