Finished lyrics

by

Bryson Tiller



[Intro]
And I'll give you one tip, vices
They a motherf*cker now
Leave it alone
Whatever’s keepin' you from movin' forward
Leave it alone

[Chorus]
Hold up, let me replenish, hm
Basically, I’m talkin' to whoever done said I'm finished, hm
Wonder how you feel, f*ck n*gga, I'm ten years in it, hm
Got ten more with me, lil' b*tch
I just put a boom on business, lil' b*tch
I ain't gotta croon, I'm spittin’, lil’ b*tch
n*gga look mad when I hit that switch
And his b*tch braggin', playin’ my sh*t
Like she ain't never heard no sh*t like this, yeah
f*ck is you sayin', b*tch n*gga? I'ma let you finish, yeah
These house and thеse cars ain’t rented
Thе work paid off, my bars infinite

[Verse 1]
I'm still Pen Griffey
n*ggas be talkin' that sh*t in my city
Still my city, they know my city
f*ck a bug mural, I'm a hometown villain
Southside n*gga, I personify winnin'
But you know them white folks won't show 'em I did it
Love the white folks that f*ck with a n*gga
Come have fun at the Yum with a n*gga
See what the game done to a n*gga
Hate when these lames come for a n*gga
I'm goin' on a whole new run (New run)
They tryin' trick me out my spot (My spot)
I'll be done with this sh*t when I'm done (I'm done)
I ain't lookin' for the number one (Uh-uh)
Just money and the sh*t keep comin' (Just cash)
Kept goin', can't risk bein' nothin' (Big facts)
Ain't fallin' off, b*tch, you funny (On God)
[Chorus]
Hold up, let me replenish, hm (Oh, let me replenish)
Basically, I'm talkin' to whoever done said I'm finished, hmh (Said I'm finished, I'm 'bout my business)
Wonder how you feel, f*ck n*gga, I'm ten years in it, hm (Ten years in it)
Got ten more with me, lil' b*tch
I just put a boom on business, lil' b*tch
I ain't gotta croon, I'm spittin', lil' b*tch
n*gga look mad when I hit that switch
And his b*tch braggin', playin' my sh*t
Like she ain't never heard no sh*t like this, yeah
f*ck is you sayin', b*tch n*gga? I'ma let you finish, yeah
These house and these cars ain't rented
The work paid off, my bars infinite, b*tch

[Verse 2]
Remember they gave the cold shoulder, throwin' them jokes and stones
Just for rockin' them OVOs
But you know that sh*t was bogus, n*gga
And I hate to bring up 2015, but you know young Tiller was chosen, n*gga
That's why they had to go get the higher up guys and nerf us, I was, broken, n*gga

[Outro]
(Oh, no, no)
n*ggas get amnesia and start giving props and handshakes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't forget that sh*t, n*gga (No, no)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on my WWJD though
It's all good, I still love you (Oh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's get some money
You feel me?
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