no chill

GENESIS — NO CHILL Yo, Genesis, what the fuck you talking ’bout? You came with that noise, now I’m shutting it down. Damn, you talk big, but your bars stay weak, I only need one verse and you’re done for the week. You run your mouth like you’re running the game, But I hit that beat and erase your name. All that bullshit, better leave it outside, I’m stepping on the track with my confidence high. You wanted smoke? Well, here it fucking goes, I came with the heat from my head to my toes. No fake-ass flex, no pretend-ass fame, You stepped on my track—now remember my name. Genesis, back up, this ain’t your show, I’m turning this beat up and stealing the flow. Fuck all that talking, let the microphone speak— You picked this battle, now take the defeat.