Please momma can you excuse My language
I aint got no f*ckin genre
I'm confused what my lane is
On, or lukewarm
On some cool they ain't sayin shit
Get a buck and then cuff it
My nigga u are the lamest
You a sucker to yo hood really u r not famous
Gps to granny steps, see really you are ashamed of this
Aye look I know It's pain in this, if you refute keep it nameless
The Lou its playas n killas
We cool , but we dangerous
No bodies, I kill stereotypes
I ain't got no f*ckin genre now could ya pass me the light, I got a flight
If u wanted something tomorrow, u should ask me tonight
Last minute inconsistent wit a casual life, aight
Ask me how I came to understand how the mind work
Ask me how came to understand how the grind work
Truthfully what u seek u will find
I scribe both sides of the line
To divide how my time work
Master 24, with creative control
Use your day to figure how creative is sold
See im tryna get the gold
Before the vision go mold
I know if I listen to trolls, quicker shit could get old
Don't respect yo self
No joke, better than that
In the ring u never combat
So to u i'll never be whack, nigga
Told my brothers google they birthday
All u need is a time and a birthplace
Human designed by divine
If I'm lyin, I'm flyin
See It's probly a straight line, to find you in the first place
Say it, explain it see that's the genius in the prose
Easier to dismiss it, more convenient I suppose
I'll never dispose those who miss it or get it slow
So I repeated myself, did u get the echo
Hey Alexa can u play that Golden Verses
Slept on Sunday service but I heard that this what church is
Million dollar credit line, competition nervous
If not it buy you some time, to figure what my worth is
Cuz I Rap and I sing but vibin the same thing
Sometimes I battle myself, but we ride for the same team
Either way it's 0 pressure
Get buckets like gang green
Either way it's 0 pressure
Get buckets like gang green
I'm a f*cking superhero
I just happen to rap
When they see me reppin the black
They see me back in trap
It's really jus hip hop
Be silly to flip flop
But you'll never hit the top
If they get you in the box
Put that on my momma I ain't got No Genre
Please don't try to box me in
I ain't got No Genre
Golden Verses - No Genre Lyrics
Golden Verses - No Genre Lyrics
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Please momma can you excuse My language
I aint got no f*ckin genre
I'm confused what my lane is
On, or lukewarm
On some cool they ain't sayin shit
Get a buck and then cuff it
My nigga u are the lamest
You a sucker to yo hood really u r not famous
Gps to granny steps, see really you are ashamed of this
Aye look I know It's pain in this, if you refute keep it nameless
The Lou its playas n killas
We cool , but we dangerous
No bodies, I kill stereotypes
I ain't got no f*ckin genre now could ya pass me the light, I got a flight
If u wanted something tomorrow, u should ask me tonight
Last minute inconsistent wit a casual life, aight
Ask me how I came to understand how the mind work
Ask me how came to understand how the grind work
Truthfully what u seek u will find
I scribe both sides of the line
To divide how my time work
Master 24, with creative control
Use your day to figure how creative is sold
See im tryna get the gold
Before the vision go mold
I know if I listen to trolls, quicker shit could get old
Don't respect yo self
No joke, better than that
In the ring u never combat
So to u i'll never be whack, nigga
Told my brothers google they birthday
All u need is a time and a birthplace
Human designed by divine
If I'm lyin, I'm flyin
See It's probly a straight line, to find you in the first place
Say it, explain it see that's the genius in the prose
Easier to dismiss it, more convenient I suppose
I'll never dispose those who miss it or get it slow
So I repeated myself, did u get the echo
Hey Alexa can u play that Golden Verses
Slept on Sunday service but I heard that this what church is
Million dollar credit line, competition nervous
If not it buy you some time, to figure what my worth is
Cuz I Rap and I sing but vibin the same thing
Sometimes I battle myself, but we ride for the same team
Either way it's 0 pressure
Get buckets like gang green
Either way it's 0 pressure
Get buckets like gang green
I'm a f*cking superhero
I just happen to rap
When they see me reppin the black
They see me back in trap
It's really jus hip hop
Be silly to flip flop
But you'll never hit the top
If they get you in the box
Put that on my momma I ain't got No Genre
Please don't try to box me in
I ain't got No Genre
I aint got no f*ckin genre
I'm confused what my lane is
On, or lukewarm
On some cool they ain't sayin shit
Get a buck and then cuff it
My nigga u are the lamest
You a sucker to yo hood really u r not famous
Gps to granny steps, see really you are ashamed of this
Aye look I know It's pain in this, if you refute keep it nameless
The Lou its playas n killas
We cool , but we dangerous
No bodies, I kill stereotypes
I ain't got no f*ckin genre now could ya pass me the light, I got a flight
If u wanted something tomorrow, u should ask me tonight
Last minute inconsistent wit a casual life, aight
Ask me how I came to understand how the mind work
Ask me how came to understand how the grind work
Truthfully what u seek u will find
I scribe both sides of the line
To divide how my time work
Master 24, with creative control
Use your day to figure how creative is sold
See im tryna get the gold
Before the vision go mold
I know if I listen to trolls, quicker shit could get old
Don't respect yo self
No joke, better than that
In the ring u never combat
So to u i'll never be whack, nigga
Told my brothers google they birthday
All u need is a time and a birthplace
Human designed by divine
If I'm lyin, I'm flyin
See It's probly a straight line, to find you in the first place
Say it, explain it see that's the genius in the prose
Easier to dismiss it, more convenient I suppose
I'll never dispose those who miss it or get it slow
So I repeated myself, did u get the echo
Hey Alexa can u play that Golden Verses
Slept on Sunday service but I heard that this what church is
Million dollar credit line, competition nervous
If not it buy you some time, to figure what my worth is
Cuz I Rap and I sing but vibin the same thing
Sometimes I battle myself, but we ride for the same team
Either way it's 0 pressure
Get buckets like gang green
Either way it's 0 pressure
Get buckets like gang green
I'm a f*cking superhero
I just happen to rap
When they see me reppin the black
They see me back in trap
It's really jus hip hop
Be silly to flip flop
But you'll never hit the top
If they get you in the box
Put that on my momma I ain't got No Genre
Please don't try to box me in
I ain't got No Genre
Writer: ERRICK SMITH
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave