[Verse 1]
I bet the story you imagined has a better ending
I tell 'em what actually happens and they get offended
I just submitted the paperwork, it could take a minute
'Cause Sony owe me some money I'm Mr. Independent
I've never been a label roster
See there's a price you gotta pay, what you say it'll cost you
Ironic how they sleeping on me is waking the monster
I didn't come to see, I came to conquer
Like its a gamе of Contra
It's me and Tron up in the studio off the еdibles
Watching number 2 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 router if you think I'ma 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 watch the way it burn
I tried to make it work, but thats not the way it work
So what they making now, is half of what I make in merch
Ooh they hating now, least they got a wave to surf
Yeah I got the hitters like I'm out here playing first

[Chorus]
Nevermind you don't get it, I'ma 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 riding around in my teen years
Couple misdemeanors, I'm mischievous
I was hearing from my high school senior
The teacher saying I wouldn't be shit
Well, hey Mr. Hayward have you seen this?

[Verse 2]
I grew up a lot since my sophomore
Fuck a popularity contest or prom court
My homecoming going dummy when I'm tour
Independant 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 fornacating, no softcore
Yeah, if she wanna fuck a rapper, we goin' let her fuck a rapper
Say whatever happen, happen; 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

[Chorus]
Ay, nevermind you don't get it, I'ma 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 riding around in my teen years
Couple misdemeanors, I'm mischievous
I was hearing from my 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)
(See I been tryna dumb it down for convenience)
(Dumb it down, dumb it down)
(I'm a motherfucking)
(I'm a motherfucking genius)