Lyrics Genesis - Fred The Godson

Genesis

With 16's, I’m Jordan
Number 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, got 6 rings (woo!)
He wore 2−3
4−5, I spit 'caine (woo!)
Flow lazy, I say it ain’t a B.I.G.
thing (woo!)
Just the way I deliver the (what?)
Lyrics to a song (okay)
Maybe I’m tryin' to flow like Christopher
While this is goin' on (damn!)
Y’all whole list is flowin' wrong (that's facts)
My grammar at random, no man is seein' me
I’m from a land where we plan to blam 'em in secrecy
I can manage to damage an amateur, ah easily, huh
Now watch ya mouth like Jerome spoke (uh huh)
Still move that Dove like it’s my own soap (hah)
Still talkin' that base around grown folk
Like I’m at the table with Barry White and Tone Loc (haha)
I put the pan on and (what else?)
Like I’m in Martin apartment, I spray some Pam on it (haha)
Put the grams on, and
I rarely eat pork, I don’t even like money with Abraham on it (woo!)
My little homie still choppin' things
Please don’t make him fire, yeah, them shots’ll ring
Yeah, they still defiant, but got quap to bring
They ain’t fightin' Goliath, but they got rocks to sling
I walk around town with the black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Never claimed to be the best type of rapper
But have to, show these muh’fuckas what I’m after
(Respect, respect.)
Show these muh’fuckas what I’m after (respect, respect.)
Show these muh’fuckas what I’m after (respect, respect.)
Ah, life’s a bitch
Just tryin' to market her (uh huh)
Through these lines like telemarketers
Everything’s a grind, tell her mark it up
Tryin' to pencil you in, might need a sharpener (let's go)
They sayin' I’m nice
The Bronx bomber, uhh
Still standin' next to the mic like Ron Harper, ohh
Or Armstrong, move coke and
Since you think you Scarface, I know what to do Tony, Kukoč ya
Ha, this what I do for the culture
Student of DJ Clark Kent, flow doper (Superman, what up?)
Anybody bar for bar with me?
Nope, uh
(?), scary to niggas I ghostwrote for, hah (facts.)
I spray y’all team
Chrome rim with the lip white like Draymond Green, woo, huh!
Flow terrific, most prolific, I know specifics (uh)
I walk around town with the black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Never claimed to be the best type of rapper
But have to, show these muh’fuckas what I’m after
(Respect, respect.)
Show these muh’fuckas what I’m after (respect, respect.)
Show these muh’fuckas what I’m after (respect, respect.)