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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
Writer(s): David Onafowora Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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