I bet the story you imagine has a better ending
I tell 'em what actually happens and they get offended
I just submitted the paperwork, it could take a minute
'Cuz Sony own me some money, I'm Mr. Independent
I've never been on a label roster
See, there's a price you gotta pay
What you say it'll cost ya
Ironic, how they sleeping on me is waking the monster
I didn't come to see, I came to conquer like it's a game of Contra
It's me and Tron in the studio off the edibles
Watching number two of Incredibles eating day-old pasta
That red berry CÎROC is my only choice of vodka
Even before the sponsor
And you can check the rider if you think I'm a liar
But this is all facts
Tyler know I trust him, accustomed to never fall back
Tell promoters I want the orange soda in all caps
Keep it real, Kenan and Kel, like bitch I'm all that
Ugh
I promise they the worst
It's karma they deserve
I knew that shit would flop, it's another table turnt
The bridge is in the river
I watched the way it burn
I tried to make it work, but that's not the way it work
So what they making now is half of what I make in merch
Ooh, they hating now
At least they got a wave to surf
Yeah, I got the hitters like I'm out here playing first
Never mind, you don't get it
I'm a motherfucking genius
(I'm a motherfucking genius)
See, I've been tryna dumb it down for convenience
(Tryna dumb it down for convenience)
I remember running 'round in my teen years
Couple misdemeanors, I'm mischievous
I was hearing from a high school senior
The teacher saying I wouldn't be shit
Well, hey, Mr. Hayward, have you seen this?
I grew up a lot since my sophomore
Fuck a popularity contest or prom court
My homecoming going dummy when I'm on tour
Independent money, never bet it on the wrong horse
You broke bad, the jab is uncalled for
It's low class, my forecast is offshore
It's all foreign, the car foreign, the broad foreign
The porn I'm making is fornicating, no softcore
Yeah
If she wanna fuck a rapper, we gon' let her fuck a rapper
Say "whatever happened, happened"
I don't kiss and tell
Then I send her back home and I wish her well
She a 10 in Cincinnati, that's a different scale
You ain't living large, shorty, that's a living hell
Here's a business card, shorty, you can hit the cell
It's eggshell, word to Christian Bale
Hey, never mind, you don't get it
I'm a motherfucking genius
(I'm a motherfucking genius)
See, I've been tryna dumb it down for convenience
(Tryna dumb it down for convenience)
I remember running 'round in my teen years
Couple misdemeanors, I'm mischievous
I was hearing from a high school senior
The teacher saying I wouldn't be shit
Well, hey, Mr. Hayward, have you seen this?
(Dumb it down, dumb it down)
(I'm a motherfucking genius)
(I've been tryna dumb it down for convenience)
(Dumb it down, dumb it down)
(I'm a motherfucking-)
(I'm a motherfucking genius)