Fo’
Jersey in this bitch and we dirty as before
Zilla back Motherfucker it's Tha Geeb 4
Not in tune with tha wave better up on tha game
Bunch of ski masked niggas running round like they insane
I been looking for Bill Gates but tha nigga on tha run
Buying up farm land do he really think we dumb
I ain't been slow, throw him through a Microsoft window
I swear to god it all could be simple
It's tha nigga ya love to hate
Car note is always late
Government sealing ya fate
You dying real or your fake
We still getting to it
Most these clown niggas just sitting through it
Shut up bitch you don't even live ya music
Couldn't even tell you how to think inside
I was riding with niggas that only know drink & drive
Or popping backs pills till they faint and die
This was on tha regular
My niggas stole bikes before cellulars
They was wishing hell on us
Close to tha edge and they tryna push me
Looking at my covers tha only time you
See pussy
Do not label me rookie
I'm balling just like a superstar
Dont give a fuck who you are
We real we ain't used to y'all
Stomping on beats like coup de gras
That's word to Finn Bálor
My goal offend haters
More damage than ten craters
Spread over ten acres
These niggas is not feeling me
But never could get rid of me
They want tha kid missing like Hilary
Kicking off this tape yea we getting to a lot of shit
Don't call me tha goat fuck Baphomet
Masons running shit ain't it obvious
You don't see tha firmament on top of us
Satan run this world he on top of us
But never let 'em hold you down
They block tha way just go around
Always be yaself and control ya sound
That's all tha advice I got
If you own ya own then you call tha shots
But most of this world just be crawling bots
We up early morning working like a Keurig
Tha Geeb Tape 4 bitch this sure is
All them other albums just been boring
Give a few months I'll be touring
I only see up bitch I'm soaring
I'm tired of these weak flows and cheap clothes
Or how tha bitches keep close
We laughing at y'all on Tha Geeb Show
Tell Adult swim I need a deal
We keep secrets and we keep it real
Everything is even kill
It's kinda stressful being me forreal
Funny right, money tight, you don't even know if you gon see a meal
But we still eating it's all gravy
So many bitches played me
I feel like an arcade them bitches should have to pay me
But it is what it is
And it's not what it's not
I just got what I got
Tha Geeb Tape back on ya block
Zilla back Motherfucker it's Tha Geeb 4
Not in tune with tha wave better up on tha game
Bunch of ski masked niggas running round like they insane
I been looking for Bill Gates but tha nigga on tha run
Buying up farm land do he really think we dumb
I ain't been slow, throw him through a Microsoft window
I swear to god it all could be simple
It's tha nigga ya love to hate
Car note is always late
Government sealing ya fate
You dying real or your fake
We still getting to it
Most these clown niggas just sitting through it
Shut up bitch you don't even live ya music
Couldn't even tell you how to think inside
I was riding with niggas that only know drink & drive
Or popping backs pills till they faint and die
This was on tha regular
My niggas stole bikes before cellulars
They was wishing hell on us
Close to tha edge and they tryna push me
Looking at my covers tha only time you
See pussy
Do not label me rookie
I'm balling just like a superstar
Dont give a fuck who you are
We real we ain't used to y'all
Stomping on beats like coup de gras
That's word to Finn Bálor
My goal offend haters
More damage than ten craters
Spread over ten acres
These niggas is not feeling me
But never could get rid of me
They want tha kid missing like Hilary
Kicking off this tape yea we getting to a lot of shit
Don't call me tha goat fuck Baphomet
Masons running shit ain't it obvious
You don't see tha firmament on top of us
Satan run this world he on top of us
But never let 'em hold you down
They block tha way just go around
Always be yaself and control ya sound
That's all tha advice I got
If you own ya own then you call tha shots
But most of this world just be crawling bots
We up early morning working like a Keurig
Tha Geeb Tape 4 bitch this sure is
All them other albums just been boring
Give a few months I'll be touring
I only see up bitch I'm soaring
I'm tired of these weak flows and cheap clothes
Or how tha bitches keep close
We laughing at y'all on Tha Geeb Show
Tell Adult swim I need a deal
We keep secrets and we keep it real
Everything is even kill
It's kinda stressful being me forreal
Funny right, money tight, you don't even know if you gon see a meal
But we still eating it's all gravy
So many bitches played me
I feel like an arcade them bitches should have to pay me
But it is what it is
And it's not what it's not
I just got what I got
Tha Geeb Tape back on ya block
Credits
Writer(s): David Onafowora
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