Yung Geniu$ - Bonus: Carnage (feat. Dovs) Lyrics

Jagged and jaded
Been had the status you cravin
J to the face and I'm faded
On the highway and I'm racin
Straight contemplating; till I gain what I was chasin
See what I want then I take it
Y'all might be datin, but she think of me when she be masturbatin
F*ck, look at what I be creatin all by just sayin some statements
I cannot take it all this hatin and fakin
And snakes in the grass always shadin
I see the Apple I taste it
I go to hell for vacation blazin wit my nigga Satan

Isn't it evident, I need some x like em veterans
Collectin heads been inveterate, back from the dead like the revenant
Leavin these f*ck boys incredulous ey
Y'all know the rhetoric, I spit this shit so legitimate, I do this shit for the betterment
Man I'm so sick, you only ill like illiterate
She let me f*ck the first night but she tell you that she celibate ey
I promised her I wouldn't tell of it ey
Feelin so felonous might just run up in your residence then disappear with no evidence

Rappin so classic, spittin on infinite
Trappin on acid, that shit a business trip
I got the tactics, still be belligerent
Boy I be snappin, call me to finish it
Killin it, drilling it, pillagin villages
Villainous sentiments, I leave ya ass in the sediment, j take ya fill of the eminence

Never talk to god, if he speak I heed it
Motherf*ckers waste time but its time they needed
Erry rapper in the game want a bro defeated
Never talk about me if they flow retreated
Wanna go to the church but they don't believe it
Control delete it when I am so conceited
If you finna catch smoke then the stove is heated
Your dough depleted, my motherf*ckin goals completed

Now you think I'm really feelin vibes
Now I think I'm really in the tribe
Now I think I'm really in the zone
Because I'm runnin and I'm flowin and I'm gunning
And I'm throwing couple hunnit then I blow it in a fine
Restaurant I'm next to flaunt you is best to not
Test the pot or stir the pot
I curve the shot and motherf*ckin burn a glock
You expect Sheck Wes but i swerve the thought

Finna drop cleats when i run it man, steady poppin up heat for a hunnit band if i gun it man
Had em on point i could climb to the summit and leave yo ass stretched like a mf' rubberband
Jump in the whip
I said jump in the whip
You motherf*ckers thought you stunting and shit but I'm running it stunning it running the clip

Now aint a time for the reminisce
But when it come time and the men confess
I pull up on a judge and demand the best
Outcome, motherf*cker I dont plan to rest
Tolerate no disrespect
Grab his neck shoulders then disconnect
From the spine up to the CNS
Its fine on a job can't be impressed

When the rocks come I could see the check cause
I cut em up tight I could be the chef
Turn on me or the crew and ya be depressed
Death come and its me you be seeing next
And that was a threat
And that was a threat
Im stockin and scopin and blockin and smoking and popping you
And I am right on ya head