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Genius 30 - White Range Lyrics



Genius 30 - White Range Lyrics




I see you photoshopping yo life no that ain't cute at all
What determines yo fate when the sky starts to fall
I look up pray to the LORD and try to stay involved
That preparation pays off when you get that call
And I've been waiting never stopped creating
Since that summer in the basement, I been chasing never question greatness
God made me great on my tongue I taste it
More elevation as far as placement
I leveled up and arranged a new team around me that's dangerous
We on only producing bangers and music that last for ages
I went through a couple phases of questioning my occupation
Now f*ck it
Imma keep chasing
It's clear that I'm far from basic
Chaos in these crooked cages
Adjust or you kissing pavement
Concrete foundation you top heavy you shaking
Like double d's back breaking
Work put in for this payment
I see the lot and you hating but

Stick with me like I told you to
They all leave and come back for a roll or two
Just play yo role and don't talk just like them hoes a do
How come the ones that always squeal always yo bros it's true
They different
We are not the same just in the same game
We are not the same I'm in my own lane
My own strain get smoked up they gassed you propane
It's so strange they don't want me in that

Whip white range whip white range you know it
Pimp my cane pimp my cane a bonus
Come straight plain don't act strange I'll notice
Whip White Range whip white range you know it
These chocolate drops they want my parking spot
Want foreign off the lot pull off like block is hot
Don't ask why I needed space bitch I'm an astronaut
The studio a UFO I phone home for guap
Zooom you know how we rock

Boss up or lose yo spot ain't no doubting my position missionary top
The game don't give a f*ck about you think or thought
This life is more than money but we chasing knots
Tangled laces tube socks

Play me on yo boom box
They gone try to make me play all by they rules not
I can't fold that's where the rules stop
Drop roll burning paper till the rooms hot
It's a flame in my soul toting two glocks
If them demons come and lurk they getting two shots
Want a foreign fleet with gang extending two blocks
All in the sunshine with the game locked down
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I see you photoshopping yo life no that ain't cute at all
What determines yo fate when the sky starts to fall
I look up pray to the LORD and try to stay involved
That preparation pays off when you get that call
And I've been waiting never stopped creating
Since that summer in the basement, I been chasing never question greatness
God made me great on my tongue I taste it
More elevation as far as placement
I leveled up and arranged a new team around me that's dangerous
We on only producing bangers and music that last for ages
I went through a couple phases of questioning my occupation
Now f*ck it
Imma keep chasing
It's clear that I'm far from basic
Chaos in these crooked cages
Adjust or you kissing pavement
Concrete foundation you top heavy you shaking
Like double d's back breaking
Work put in for this payment
I see the lot and you hating but

Stick with me like I told you to
They all leave and come back for a roll or two
Just play yo role and don't talk just like them hoes a do
How come the ones that always squeal always yo bros it's true
They different
We are not the same just in the same game
We are not the same I'm in my own lane
My own strain get smoked up they gassed you propane
It's so strange they don't want me in that

Whip white range whip white range you know it
Pimp my cane pimp my cane a bonus
Come straight plain don't act strange I'll notice
Whip White Range whip white range you know it
These chocolate drops they want my parking spot
Want foreign off the lot pull off like block is hot
Don't ask why I needed space bitch I'm an astronaut
The studio a UFO I phone home for guap
Zooom you know how we rock

Boss up or lose yo spot ain't no doubting my position missionary top
The game don't give a f*ck about you think or thought
This life is more than money but we chasing knots
Tangled laces tube socks

Play me on yo boom box
They gone try to make me play all by they rules not
I can't fold that's where the rules stop
Drop roll burning paper till the rooms hot
It's a flame in my soul toting two glocks
If them demons come and lurk they getting two shots
Want a foreign fleet with gang extending two blocks
All in the sunshine with the game locked down
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Writer: Robert Hall
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Length: 3:13
Written by: Robert Hall

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