Geechie Freestyle Lyrics

This shit larger than rap

The city and all the niggas that came with me

Got it all on my back

And I'm calling it cap

How you move all them bows on the road

But still don't got no shows outside of the Cak?

Ya cheerleaders be so loud in the back

But ain't enough bars in your raps

And all the fake love I can't go for it

Going nowhere fast and ya yes men chauffeuring

How you put the cash first

But don't got nothing to show for it?

Maybe the bread ain't as long as they say

They be all brudda brudda but we hardly relate

And you hardly a great

Been rapping since 96' ain't drop one hit

My nigga retirement is probably safe

Best nigga in it no time for debate

And that include West Ashley and down to to 'Phate

You might smile in my face

But you still reside on a plate

And all of you niggas my sons

Parental rights signed 'em away

'Cuz I don't know who raised you niggas

Sunday morning service couldn't save you niggas

That shit still tear me apart

Gave you niggas a head start

And you turned your back on God

Now I want everything back that I gave you niggas

Blessings on top of blessings

We don't take losses, the only L I ever took was a lesson

And my name hold weight

I'm like first in every segment

So I can't settle for second place or the second guessing

Get a lil flavor, now they Hollywood

Fake hugs and love, niggas play like it's all good

They act better than TV

Throw daps when they see me

Sneak dissing discreetly, I put it together neatly

A different nigga completely

My presence make em uneasy

I don't got no ops they joined cuz they couldn't beat me

Heads down when they see me

I got this shit set on easy

Man I'm so far gone Mr. Fantastic couldn't reach me

Your bitch hit me weekly to talk to a nigga sweetly

Hoping I'll swing by and go in that pussy deeply

I'll do a nigga greasy and ion hesitate briefly

In this life of sin I'm just praying our father keep me

I'm the big boss ain't shit little about it

And the list of niggas calling themselves OGs is a little to crowded

Or maybe I'm just a little to jaded

Three blunts a row now, I'm probably just a little too faded

This for the time that they hated

Success on the way I can taste it

Hands in the air when they play it

Mama look what you created

Became a monster and did without a sponsor

I got a lil aim, but them guns bigger than Contra