Doe Boy - GENUINE lyrics

[Interlude] Everybody startin' to like all my pictures now, like they rootin' for me 'Cause they see sh*t startin' to change (Hahaha) But they really not, though (They ain't real, ni**as hatin') [Intro] See, I don't gotta write that sh*t down They know I speak that sh*t straight from the top, 'cause that sh*t really That sh*t really facts That sh*t really come from somewhere You get what I'm sayin'? (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) [Verse 1] How real can I be? sh*t, how real can I get? fu*k the damn opps and the ones still gettin' spinned Been with the gang thick and thin, ni**as still ain't switched I been through everything I could go through and I still ain't a b*tch I don't know if ni**as hate me or if they just hatе my wrist I pop a Perc', give her this dick, you ain't takin' my b*tch ni**a crossеd that one line and I ain't spoke to him since Always talk sh*t on Live, but don't talk about how he got blicked A ni**a that said he loved me cliqued up with them ni**as who wan' kill me I thought I was slimy, psh, damn, that ni**a filthy ni**a did me dirty, damn, he ain't keep it real with me Even though my ni**a Kev gone, he still here with me "Keep your foot on all these ni**as necks," I keep on hearin' him God, why you take away one of the only ni**as that still cheer for me? Hop in the coupe and crash out, the Percocet gon' steer for me All them peeps on vibes, you capped out, that's why you don't hear from me I did sh*t for everybody, but they can't name one thing they did for me If I lose it all right now, go back in Lil Will attic, who gon' visit me? That's just real life sh*t, this ain't no Disney Sometimes I feel like my b*tch the only one that's with me Know she'd probably die for me, I feel it when she kiss me Know she's not just talkin', feel it when she say she miss me Run with me, I run with you, can't let these b*tches trip me Anything you want, baby, that's what you get from me Pussy so damn wet, we fu*k, I almost came instantly fu*k what he say, she say, please don't bring that hatin' sh*t to me Could you let 'em say it? Shoulda hit him in his sh*t for me Shoulda kept that sh*t to yourself, now you a b*tch to me Free B and DJ, they mama like my mama Told me you a rider, but not nada like this choppa I remember 2010, I was doin' hits to Flocka Can't lie, Wak' and Bricksquad had me wildin' like a monster I was really hittin' licks, ni**a no imposter... [Interlude] Oh really? [Verse 2] Those my ni**as, say no to the case, still screamin' free 'em 'til we find 'em Free Poopy, he gon' come home, grab that K (Grrt) For him and Lil Will, oh, I'ma make sure I rep Knowles Ave every day (Knowles Ave) Made a mistake and let some ni**as claim gang, knew they was fake Free Mick B, ni**as spoke on me, you know he broke that ni**a face (Haha) b*tch, I'm ridin' with this fully, rep that Fully to the grave Always on go time, 6:26 p.m., that's on the gang All that lame sh*t you heard 'bout me, it's all hate Tried to make out a snitch and Photoshopped the wrong name fu*k Doe Beezy, he a b*tch, yeah, that's what they gon' all say 'Til shooters run in they apartments, leave brains in the hallway Robbed that ni**a and shot at him, 2013, I caught a case Tried to hit his face, I missed, damn, that's how he saw my face Went and snitched on me, two counts of armed robbery He had his b*tch on him, told both they asses shut the fu*k up Put them sticks on 'em, that boy'll lose all focus See a lick, warning, everyone heard them shots and let me know you was gon' b*tch on me That's my fault for lettin' 'em drive Then was supposed to kill ol' boy, but that's my fault, I let 'em slide Marv, Shark, Dane, Blaze, look, don't touch nothin' of mine Knew Goonie or Yella never changed up, ni**as know I'ma take one of mines I'll get whatever for my whole gang to get on They know my body, know I'm solid, that what they claimin' this for Them ni**as really saw me in action, know that banger'll blow One thing they know for sure, they CEO, that boy ain't no ho Shaq got out, took him a gun, I said, "Boy, you should keep it" (Fresh off a murder) All Fitboy ni**as dimed, damn, my boy feel defeated (I know that sh*t hurt) That same seven-seven, know you got my number you need it And I'm so proud of Banky, we just had his first label meeting I told my ni**as, "Better not give up, if you see it, can reach it So go 'head and reach your arm out, put your hand on this demon" I got your back, Lil Craig, you know that, murder gang what I'm screamin' They know me, Poot, ayy, rider blow that if you gave us a reason Fat Man and Jesse only ni**as I call my OGs And they don't even let me say it, they be like, "Nah, you OG" Don't fu*k with some older ni**as 'cause they knew the way, ain't showed me Love my young ni**as, I'ma give woo and my jack twin Rollies (Oh, really?) Speak on my situations, if you know that you don't know me Say that I'm a pussy, won't believe it 'til he show me Some ni**as I love turned to opps, catch me lackin', probably blow me Same ni**a that used to blow for me keep everything I gave him, he don't owe me I don't want that back, you don't owe me (You don't owe me) Get that through your head, I'ma say it slowly (For what I did for you) Since you was ridin' for me, guess the tires had a slow leak (Tell 'em what you want) [Outro] Cap-ass ni**as (That's crazy) Doe Beezy (Oh, really?) Y'all know I'm real as they come (It's a true story) They don't get no realer than me (Based on a true story) And you know that, hahaha