GENUINE - Doe Boy

See, I don’t gotta write that shit down

They know I speak that shit straight from the top, 'cause that shit really

That shit really facts

That shit really come from somewhere

You get what I’m sayin'?

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

How real can I be?

Shit, how real can I get?

Fuck the damn opps and the ones still gettin' spinned

Been with the gang thick and thin, niggas still ain’t switched

I been through everything I could go through and I still ain’t a bitch

I don’t know if niggas hate me or if they just hate my wrist

I pop a Perc', give her this dick, you ain’t takin' my bitch

Nigga crossed that one line and I ain’t spoke to him since

Always talk shit on Live, but don’t talk about how he got blicked

A nigga that said he loved me cliqued up with them niggas who wan' kill me

I thought I was slimy, psh, damn, that nigga filthy

Nigga did me dirty, damn, he ain’t keep it real with me

Even though my nigga Kev gone, he still here with me

«Keep your foot on all these niggas necks,» I keep on hearin' him

God, why you take away one of the only niggas 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 shit 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 shit, this ain’t no Disney

Sometimes I feel like my bitch 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 bitches trip me

Anything you want, baby, that’s what you get from me

Pussy so damn wet, we fuck, I almost came instantly

Fuck what he say, she say, please don’t bring that hatin' shit to me

Could you let 'em say it?

Shoulda hit him in his shit for me

Shoulda kept that shit to yourself, now you a bitch 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, nigga no imposter…

Oh really?

Those my niggas, 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 niggas claim gang, knew they was fake

Free Mick B, niggas spoke on me, you know he broke that nigga face (Haha)

Bitch, 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 shit you heard 'bout me, it’s all hate

Tried to make out a snitch and Photoshopped the wrong name

Fuck Doe Beezy, he a bitch, yeah, that’s what they gon' all say

'Til shooters run in they apartments, leave brains in the hallway

Robbed that nigga 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 bitch on him, told both they asses shut the fuck 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'

bitch 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, niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas dimed, damn, my boy feel defeated (I know that shit 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 niggas, «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 niggas I call my OGs

And they don’t even let me say it, they be like, «Nah, you OG»

Don’t fuck with some older niggas 'cause they knew the way, ain’t showed me

Love my young niggas, 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 niggas I love turned to opps, catch me lackin', probably blow me

Same nigga 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)

Cap-ass niggas (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