Dedication.

[Geno]

Blood sweat and tears, been through hell on the surface
But them checks when the weekends tell me its worth it
nobodies perfect, persevered, bought a whip, im back at it again
Hindsights 20/20, readin comments, u backstabbers for friends
i got the world in my pad and my pen, stored in the closet
so much bread and butter, built a bank just to store one deposit
a statue of genocide, at every corner, im through watching
cameras in the eye sockets, can never be to cautious
im to nautiaous, opiates still keep calling my name
i pop one and go hard, could run through a brick wall and be straight
My burdens feel like a motherfucking ball and a chain, starvin for fame
the rap game is putty in my palms, ima boss, and im already made
aint a site you could go that dont know who i am
if thats the case, then its home to a bunch of nobodies then
struck gold with open mics, drawling crowds like an architect
only writers who dont know me, are the ones who aint started yet
i keep a knot in the pocket, aint a loose end i aint tied tight
All you retards that aint for gen, better get all your minds rite
Im ready for limelight, ima do it, ill be damned if cant..
still running shit like schwarzenneggar in the marathon man
Every year ive aged, adds another notch my belt
And people recognize the god, like i wrote the bible myself