Finished Lyrics – Bryson Tiller

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[Intro]
And I'll give you one tip, vices
They a motherfu*ker now
Leave it alone
Whatever's keeping you from moving forward
Leave it alone

[Chorus]
Hold up, let me replenish, hm
Basically, I'm talking whoever done said I'm finished, hm
Wonder how you feel, fu*k 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 got a chrome, I'm spinning, lil' b!tch
N!gga look mad when I hitting that switch
And his b!tch bragging, playing my s*it like she ain't never heard no s*it like this, yeah
Fu*k is you saying, b!tch n!gga? I'ma let you finish, yeah
These house and these cars ain't rented
My work paid all off, my bars authentic

[Verse 1]
I'm still Pen Griffey
N!gga, be talking that s*it in my city
Still my city, they know my city
Fu*k a bug mural, I'm a hometown villain
Southside n!gga, I personify winning
But you know the white folks won't show 'em I did
Love the white folks, said fu*k with a n!gga
Come have fun at the young with a n!gga
See what the game done to a n!gga
Hate when these lames come for a n!gga
I'm going on a whole new run (New run)
They trying trick me out my spot (My spot)
I'll be done with this s*it when I'm done (I'm done)
I ain't looking for the number one (Uh-uh)
Just money and the s*it keep coming (Just cash)
Kept going, kept wrist V or nothing (Big facts)
Ain't falling off, b!tch, you funny (On God)

[Chorus]
Hold up, let me replenish, hm (Oh, let me replenish)
Basically, I'm talking whoever done said I'm finished, hmh (Said I'm finished, I'm 'bout my business)
Wonder how you feel, fu*k 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 got a chrome, I'm spinning, lil' b!tch
N!gga look mad when I hitting that switch
And his b!tch bragging, playing my s*it like she ain't never heard no s*it like this, yeah
Fu*k is you saying, b!tch n!gga? I'ma let you finish, yeah
These house and these cars ain't rented
My work paid all off, my bars authentic, b!tch

[Verse 2]
Remember they gave the cold shoulder, throwing them jokes and stones
Just for rocking them OVOs
But you know that s*it was bogus, n!gga
And I had to bring up 2015, but you know young Tiller was chosen, n!gga
That's why they had to go get the high 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 s*it, 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?