In Gee We Trust
Tryna put one in the coffin, and every time I go back to the hood (yeah, yeah, yeah)
First time I walked a nigga down, was at 19 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm traumatized by the blood in the white tees (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told the Lord protect me from what I can't see (what I can't see)
Ayy, I've been prayin' for my sins, for these felonies (yeah, yeah, yeah, felonies)
They've been dissin', I've been focused on a better me (better me)
Rappers act like they want smoke, they're really scared of me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My ex tried to move on, can't find another me
Yeah, but most of these niggas scared of a nigga, mayne
You see a nigga, you put your fuckin' head down, nigga
And I'd be by myself, and you'd be with a thousand niggas, man
Yeah for real, nigga (oh, oh)
I keep my heart up in my chest and keep my hand on my metal (hand on my metal)
Ain't nobody give me shit, I had to get it together (I had to get it together)
I'm too guarded 'bout my life, she left me cold with no sweater
How you gon' look down on my ex, but you ain't treat me no better? (You ain't treat me no better)
I put my gang up on my back, bitch, you should thank me (you should thank me)
I know some people that I love, they hate they ain't me (they ain't)
Some niggas wanna be my right hand, but they ain't Gee (they ain't)
I drop a tear every time I see your baby
Yeah, them niggas bullshit, nigga
They got niggas who run though
Don't nobody run nobody here, nigga
Everybody bosses, nigga
Yeah, nothin' but bosses over here, nigga
These bitch ass niggas be lookin' up to niggas 'cause they got money and shit, man
Y'all think that shit real? That shit don't make no nigga real, man
'Cause a nigga got money, man these niggas be ratin' everything with paper, nigga
It's the most pussiest niggas out here got paper, man
They got a million racks for money, y'all respect them niggas
I can't respect that shit, son
I just can't feel that shit, man
I've been spendin' on the rentals 'round my town, whoa
And I've been poppin' Percs, I'm gettin' time's up
Catch him up in traffic, do a nigga nasty
Bitch, it ain't a game, you can go and pick your casket
They got them dick in the booty ass nigga
What much you got on us?
TBD shirt, what much you got on us?
Why y'all bein' sure?
What much you got on us?
NBA, sir
What much you got on us?
You ride from your partner
What sir?
Grown ass, dumb ass, fake ass, bitch ass nigga
You're gonna embarrass your-
First time I walked a nigga down, was at 19 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm traumatized by the blood in the white tees (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told the Lord protect me from what I can't see (what I can't see)
Ayy, I've been prayin' for my sins, for these felonies (yeah, yeah, yeah, felonies)
They've been dissin', I've been focused on a better me (better me)
Rappers act like they want smoke, they're really scared of me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My ex tried to move on, can't find another me
Yeah, but most of these niggas scared of a nigga, mayne
You see a nigga, you put your fuckin' head down, nigga
And I'd be by myself, and you'd be with a thousand niggas, man
Yeah for real, nigga (oh, oh)
I keep my heart up in my chest and keep my hand on my metal (hand on my metal)
Ain't nobody give me shit, I had to get it together (I had to get it together)
I'm too guarded 'bout my life, she left me cold with no sweater
How you gon' look down on my ex, but you ain't treat me no better? (You ain't treat me no better)
I put my gang up on my back, bitch, you should thank me (you should thank me)
I know some people that I love, they hate they ain't me (they ain't)
Some niggas wanna be my right hand, but they ain't Gee (they ain't)
I drop a tear every time I see your baby
Yeah, them niggas bullshit, nigga
They got niggas who run though
Don't nobody run nobody here, nigga
Everybody bosses, nigga
Yeah, nothin' but bosses over here, nigga
These bitch ass niggas be lookin' up to niggas 'cause they got money and shit, man
Y'all think that shit real? That shit don't make no nigga real, man
'Cause a nigga got money, man these niggas be ratin' everything with paper, nigga
It's the most pussiest niggas out here got paper, man
They got a million racks for money, y'all respect them niggas
I can't respect that shit, son
I just can't feel that shit, man
I've been spendin' on the rentals 'round my town, whoa
And I've been poppin' Percs, I'm gettin' time's up
Catch him up in traffic, do a nigga nasty
Bitch, it ain't a game, you can go and pick your casket
They got them dick in the booty ass nigga
What much you got on us?
TBD shirt, what much you got on us?
Why y'all bein' sure?
What much you got on us?
NBA, sir
What much you got on us?
You ride from your partner
What sir?
Grown ass, dumb ass, fake ass, bitch ass nigga
You're gonna embarrass your-
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Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Noah Davis, Fredrick Ii Givens
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