Drive Slow Genesis Owusu

1: You say you've got everything you want, what is that, what do you have?
2: Everything
1: What's everything?
2: I got a house, I got 3 cars, I got money in my pocket, everything I want
1: But how old are you?
2: 17

[Preverse: "The Devil"]
Drive slow homie
Drive slow homie
Crack the window, show these niggas all your gold homie
Drive slow homie
Drive slow homie
Crack the window, show these niggas all your gold homie

[Verse 1: Genesis Owusu]
Yo, my teacher told me plan your future days and be realistic, cause
Ain't no neighbour making paper solely off linguistics
But this trig and Pythagoras ain't making me no fanbase
Can't have no plan B here distracting me from plan A
I here say
That I'll cement my presence with authority
There's more to me than scores and beats and bones and sheets of wordplay
The sorbet, sweet ass rappers hitting all those high notes
Make a pathway, cause I've been ruling since I was a zygote
Imma fly though
Cause it was written down beneath the prophecies
Emerging from the womb spitting fire, an anomaly
Of great proportion
Imma get my portion properly
And if you sway the other way
This is what I'll say