Geechie Freestyle

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