they callin me a genius
they aint wrong
to be a genius
u need to follow your own insanity
but u should know, it's a wild adventure, the lowest of lows, but also, the highest of highs, this is not for the weak.
2 keys:
if society, no matter small group or mass population, say or agree of something, u should question that shit, 99.9% of the times, it's just pure bullshit, blindly followed because of fear.develop a love of faith, meaning u love the bad shit as well, both ups and downs are fucking beautiful in this journey, the bad shit are sometimes are even more fucking beautiful, it's where u show destiny who the fuck u are!
They’re calling me a genius.
They ain’t wrong.
To be a genius, you don’t need a diploma.
You need the balls to follow your own insanity.
And insanity is a wild ride —
The lowest of lows, where you’re crawling through the mud with the rats,
and the highest of highs, where you feel like a god staring down at your own creation.
This is not for the weak.
This is not for the safe.
This is not for the ones who need permission to breathe.
Two keys:
1. Question everything.
If society — whether it’s a small gossip circle or the mass population — agrees on something, that’s your red flag.
99.9% of the time, it’s pure, steaming bullshit.
Blindly followed because of fear.
Fear of being the outcast, fear of being wrong, fear of being alone.
Fuck that.
If they all nod, you shake your head.
If they all kneel, you stand.
2. Love your fate.
Not just the sunshine and the applause.
Love the bad shit too.
Because both the ups and the downs are beautiful in this journey.
And the downs?
Sometimes they’re even more fucking beautiful.
It’s in the chaos, in the loss, in the betrayal, where you get to show destiny exactly who the fuck you are.
When you’re face down in the dirt and you still smile, still spit blood and keep moving —
that’s when the universe knows you’re real.
Genius isn’t about avoiding the storm.
It’s about dancing in it, laughing in it, and knowing the lightning was meant to hit you.
A genius walks where others crawl.
Not because it’s easy, but because the hard road is the only road worth walking.
The masses want comfort — a warm bed, a full belly, a predictable tomorrow.
A genius wants fire.
Wants to feel the burn in his lungs, the tremor in his bones, the edge of the cliff under his boots.
Most people are just maintenance workers for their own cages.
They polish the bars, hang pictures inside, call it “a good life.”
A genius breaks the lock and walks into the wilderness.
It’s cold out there.
It’s dangerous.
But the air is free.
The lows?
They will eat you alive if you’re weak.
They’ll strip you bare.
Take your money, your sleep, your friends, your pride.
They’ll leave you staring at the ceiling at 4 a.m., wondering if you’ve lost your mind.
And maybe you have.
But in losing it, you find a deeper one — the mind that doesn’t flinch, doesn’t break.
The highs?
They’re pure madness.
Moments when the world bends to your will.
When the plan works, the cash flows, the room listens, the girl stares like she’s never seen a man before.
When you realize you’re living a life that can’t be explained without sounding like a liar.
And in between the highs and lows, you walk with the two keys in your pocket:
- Always question.
The crowd is almost always wrong.
The truth is almost always on the other side of their fear. - Love fate.
All of it.
The rise, the fall, the dirt, the crown.
Because every piece is a chapter, and the book isn’t done until you are.
If you can live like that, you don’t just survive —
You become untouchable.