Genuine

What did I do to deserve this swear I'm a genuine person
Some friendships ain't worth it people will leave you deserted
No está funcionando homie this shit isn't working
Thought I had it figured out but I'm barely scratching the surface
Oh I'm barely scratching the surface
Oh people will leave you deserted
Oh swear I'm a genuine person
Oh What did I do to deserve this

Aye none of my homies are fake
And if that's your fate nigga you just get cut or erased
I Keep it blunt dog my shit never laced
Fuck out of my face if you think you gone take from my plate
Never that sever that bullshit and fuck all the lies it's killing my vibe
Ain't no more women or men in my life with the negativity
I cut all the ties
Bitch I been in my bag
You could've gotten one too if you chose to if you chose not to flake
I been deep up in the bayou
I'm feeling like Orochimaru I was running with with snakes
You can run from it until your ankle hurts
But the pressure gonna stop you from making it work
How do you sit there and stare in my face like you loyal
But your name on paperwork like
Yes I am an extrovert I know it's a gift and a curse
My heart is embedded in my sleeve and I know that makes that shit worse
Karma is real so what did I do for me to deserve

What did I do to deserve this swear I'm a genuine person
Some friendships ain't worth it people will leave you deserted
No está funcionando homie this shit isn't working
Thought I had it figured out but I'm barely scratching the surface
Oh I'm barely scratching the surface
Oh people will leave you deserted
Oh swear I'm a genuine person
Oh What did I do to deserve this

I will never be a fucking patsy cuz I'm nobody's pawn
What the fuck Is going on people be doing you wrong
I will never be a fucking patsy cuz I'm nobody's pawn
What the fuck Is going on people be doing you wrong
Some do not have Common sense
Ketchup (Catch up) like a Condiment
This has been a mantra since
Ramen was the prominent
Dish I could whip up
Black and proud so my fist up
Don't fuck with snake ass women or niggas
I keep my Chin up
Under crunch time like a sit up
I'm made in the image of winners
Made in the image of winners
Made in the image of winners



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrin Townsend
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