Gee Shit
Gee Shit
This that gee shit
Gee shit
Gee shit
Im eating a five star breakfast it use to be McGriddles
Make sure you put in that leg work until you end up cripple
Wanna keep ya head above water keep yo head on the swivel
If you don't love her don't plug her word to my old jizzle
Keep a pistol cause niggas don't know how to keep it civil
Beef turnt that boy to a vegetable now he in a pickle
Don't be playing both sides and end up in the middle
A lot of shit do be sounding good but I'm way more visual
Lord take the wheel I know you'd never steer me wrong
Toast up to all the real ones who been cheering me on
Bring it on either way it go ima bring it home
Please don't blow my high right now I'm in the zone
I rose from the concrete had my dick in the dirt
Im in the gym getting lean I ain't sippin no syrup
Me and Marv like me and my pistol we joined to the hip
Remember nights the lights got cut had to sleep in the whip
They policing everything I do it's like I gotta lead
I'm kickin so much game might fuck round the join the soccer league
I know one day I gotta die I'm trying to make a living
Always knew I had what it takes and that's just what it's giving
Gee shit
This that gee shit
Gee shit
Gee shit
Don't get left behind for tryna keep up with the joneses
Just stay on ya job I promise you'll get you a bonus
Exposed to shit since I was a jit wasn't no viewers discretion
I ain't sugar coating shit got em salty like epsom
I came up short so many times and still stood tall
I ain't the type to pooch up I'm more like a bulldog
Its hard to stomach all the pain better go with your gut
Everybody down to ride till that pressure build up
All I wanna do is make out this shit hole
I walked miles in these shoes without a midsole
Don't waste ya breath trying to chase after these sack chasers
The same ones who curve you now you goin catch later
Keep on shooting for the stars you bet not drop the ball
Baby steps before you walk you know you gotta crawl
I can't come home empty handed I got a full house
Im fucking up the rap game and I ain't goin pull out
Gee Shit
This that gee shit
Gee shit
Gee shit
This that gee shit
Gee shit
Gee shit
Im eating a five star breakfast it use to be McGriddles
Make sure you put in that leg work until you end up cripple
Wanna keep ya head above water keep yo head on the swivel
If you don't love her don't plug her word to my old jizzle
Keep a pistol cause niggas don't know how to keep it civil
Beef turnt that boy to a vegetable now he in a pickle
Don't be playing both sides and end up in the middle
A lot of shit do be sounding good but I'm way more visual
Lord take the wheel I know you'd never steer me wrong
Toast up to all the real ones who been cheering me on
Bring it on either way it go ima bring it home
Please don't blow my high right now I'm in the zone
I rose from the concrete had my dick in the dirt
Im in the gym getting lean I ain't sippin no syrup
Me and Marv like me and my pistol we joined to the hip
Remember nights the lights got cut had to sleep in the whip
They policing everything I do it's like I gotta lead
I'm kickin so much game might fuck round the join the soccer league
I know one day I gotta die I'm trying to make a living
Always knew I had what it takes and that's just what it's giving
Gee shit
This that gee shit
Gee shit
Gee shit
Don't get left behind for tryna keep up with the joneses
Just stay on ya job I promise you'll get you a bonus
Exposed to shit since I was a jit wasn't no viewers discretion
I ain't sugar coating shit got em salty like epsom
I came up short so many times and still stood tall
I ain't the type to pooch up I'm more like a bulldog
Its hard to stomach all the pain better go with your gut
Everybody down to ride till that pressure build up
All I wanna do is make out this shit hole
I walked miles in these shoes without a midsole
Don't waste ya breath trying to chase after these sack chasers
The same ones who curve you now you goin catch later
Keep on shooting for the stars you bet not drop the ball
Baby steps before you walk you know you gotta crawl
I can't come home empty handed I got a full house
Im fucking up the rap game and I ain't goin pull out
Gee Shit
This that gee shit
Gee shit
Gee shit
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Writer(s): Giovani H.
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