Geniune Lyrics by Bryson Tiller
*** how you niggas feel, tweetin’ on the Twitter still
*** you and the prison deal, *** all of ’em niggas, *** ’em (*** ’em)
I know they far from ready for discussion
I know, I know they watching, yeah, they oxygen punchin’
Know they got the speaker to they ear, like, how is he comin’?
Sus, you niggas waitin’ for my drop, it’s a must
Staring at your dry erase, you niggas gotta adjust
I push the weight, you gotta wait until your spotter pull up
I set the bar like it’s nothin’, I’m splittin’ bars for fun
My *** chop just rolled somethin’, it’s a opp in a blunt
We can’t be stopped, I’m finna pop, pop, pop, pop
Big *** poppin’, they talkin’ ***, I got my hitlist
Jottin’ they names down, don’t play around, I go ballistic
Watch ’em, just a young, rich *** spoilin’ his kids rotten (Yeah)
I know turmoil is what they wishin’ (Oh, yeah, it’s what they wishin’, I want ’em)
Will we ever settle differences, differences?
Will it ever be genuine, genuine again?
I remember when reminiscing over Ginuwine, what a time
Then I think I heard ’em say, “Son of mine”
What am I? Legend in the makin’ in due ***’ time
***, I’m a real one, so I know you got no blood of mine (Ain’t no way)
Still, I see him as a brother, feel naive as a ***
My fee’ll take reduction, bro, no tweezin’, just buzzcutters
It’s free, ***, why the industry full of fun suckers and leeches?
I’m done ***’ with you unc niggas, you geezes and punk niggas
Speakin’ of unc, I walk it out on you *** niggas, two step on you shmuck niggas (Yeah)
Beatin’ down your block, ’cause enough is enough, ***
Now beg me to stop, I’m finna pop, pop
Big *** poppin’, they talkin’ ***, I got my hitlist (Yeah)
Jottin’ they names down, don’t play around, I go ballistic
Watch ’em, just a young, rich *** spoilin’ his kids rotten (Yeah)
I know turmoil is what they wishin’ (Oh, yeah, it’s what they wishin’, I want ’em)
Will we ever settle differences, differences? (Yeah)
Will it ever be genuine, genuine again? (Yeah)