(Verse: Gee 3)

Understand every aspect of business

You do in

Or with

Syphen your soul

Steal your wit

Knowing you willing

To flip

For every time

They called you bitch

My granny too important

To import you

Under dirt plus feel nothing

Promise no bluff

Nor frontin

I keep that nigga locked up

Before ending in concrete apartments

All because my flesh

Decided you shall decompose

You rotten plus toxic

Catching all the Easter eggs

You deserve no clout

Not mad that I couldn’t

Assemble The Avengers

All I allocated

Was many pretenders

Not premeditated nor

Pretentious

All the iron I need

Is a bench press

Wash your bong

For God sakes

Sick of the bare minimum

Basic Barbie bitches

So throwback like

Playing baby bridges

You want my skill

Never breaking ridges

Clothes frail and frigid

Them rocks can getting

To kicking skipping

Dying to be heard

Plus unrealistic

Social media fucked you up

Yeah I’m a victim too nigga

You can’t beat a nigga

That used to overthink nigga

Facing weed coma

While bodying sessions

Body all they sessions

Known to be a real nigga

Other times

Confused for Samoan

Or Mexican

My bloodline mixed

Not a bitch

In the world

Worth fertilizing

Hate my truths

But comfort with my lying

Bars on Lucious

Empire flow

(Verse 2: Gee 3)

Not a practice

Or a game

I was bred to be

Rather not talk

Or gossip

Examples

Must be made

Like it’s born

In the US of A

Many requirements

For these pained

Father’s less daughters

You don’t reflect

As deep as I do

Beat The Matrix without

The help of WIC

Or Keanu

Still going gorilla

Used to be big

Like Monsoon

Cooler heads prevail

Never reacting

To Rod Wave comments

That’s truly my old style

Even J Fold

That nigga’s on file

Asking is this

Man still in passive

Word to 4’s

You taught this Monsta KiD

To be a Gee

3 became when I truly graduated

Old leaves

Amputated

All branches die

When the fruit

Doesn’t labor

Flowers are not

For dates but they’re medicated

Relentlessly seditious

All your moves

Is uneducated

Self driven

Nor calculated

Living contradicts

Living in exacerbation

This muscle swole

From memories

It’s old souls

That strength me

On wax your soul

Is mine

Grass fed

The Porterhouse

From begin to end

Salad bars here to

Cleanse the constipation

Your favorite rapper

Always thirsty for

A bitch

Never sipping Ph

Straight facet

How I’m pissing excellence

Cleanse the phosphate

Nothing but surgeons

Cutting noses

In spite of faces

Rhinoplasty

Most listen to respond

Never understand

Do you understand the entendres

Lacing from my lips

Only the jealous ones

Will dim the lights

On many gifts

Refuse to stall

My time is precious

Next in line

For the Lord of Schemes

Crispy off the Kronut

While I’m sipping coffee

And my brother

Doing donuts