Genesis - Fred The Godson

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.)