Letra Geniune Bryson Tiller

Geniune

Fuck how you niggas feel, tweetin' on the Twitter still
Fuck you and the prison deal, fuck all of 'em niggas, fuck 'em (Fuck '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 nigga chop just rolled somethin', it's a opp in a blunt
We can't be stopped, I'm finna pop, pop, pop, pop

Big shit poppin', they talkin' shit, I got my hitlist
Jottin' they names down, don't play around, I go ballistic
Watch 'em, just a young, rich nigga 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 fuckin' time
Nigga, 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 motherfucker
My fee'll take reduction, bro, no tweezin', just buzzcutters
It's free, nigga, why the industry full of fun suckers and leeches?
I'm done fuckin' with you unc niggas, you geezes and punk niggas
Speakin' of unc, I walk it out on you fuck niggas, two step on you shmuck niggas (Yeah)
Beatin' down your block, 'cause enough is enough, nigga
Now beg me to stop, I'm finna pop, pop

Big shit poppin', they talkin' shit, I got my hitlist (Yeah)
Jottin' they names down, don't play around, I go ballistic
Watch 'em, just a young, rich nigga 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)