[Intro: GtC]

Chill out, will ya?

Sheesh

[Verse: GtC]

I’m just tryna leave a mark like graffiti art

Pickin’ beats apart

I’ll be chef-bred till my deathbed

And mic made by Cuisinart

(GtC) they said I’m off to a decent start

I said back that I been runnin’

Like bad plummin’

Smokin’ on this joint get your head blunted

Forever redrummin’

Murder 'ayone, and

Blind porn star, you ain’t see it comin’

Sheesh

I’m too smooth over beats

My flow doggystyle, gotta keep it on the leash

Utica the area, breathe through the streets

In the East, serve peeps the Italian cuisine, like

Lyrically, the Montepulciano

I’m the truth and I go

In the booth wit Bible

Gimme space, Apollo

The white meat, gobble

I stay loose and wobble

I leave ya brain boggled

Now gimme all your money like a lobbyist

Never stoppin’ this

I’m that hip-hop obelisk

Writin’ like a novelist

Heart is filled with hollow tips

Showboat like no scopes

And display my dominance

No tolerance

Hoes hollerin’

Friends remindin’ ‘em that when he’s in the studio

Just don’t bother him

If I play, I’m bound to win

My temples are throbbin’ and

My temples like Solomon

Homie that’s a homonym

Competition swallowin’

Gain a cult followin’

Happiness, I’m drownin’ in

I don’t even wanna swim

The man on the beat vs. the kid in the street

Are so different you would solemnly swear that I got a twin

Show up to the party feelin’ la di da di

Cuz my mind the skyline of Abu Dhabi

I could care less than kamikaze bombin’ sloppy

Walk up to your girl, "what’s poppin’ mommy?"

Now she call me poppy

I took a little trip over to her place

Cuz she want a mixtape

Say my sound is sick, great

That became a quick date

And it’s funny cuz I show up wit tha tape

And I noticed that, she already got a copy

Lola, won’t you grab me a soda

She wanna play tha game, but I’m the one wit tha controlla

My flow, yeah, she say it make her go nuts

Cuz when it come to raps, I’m a bit of a highroller

Hold up

[Hook: GtC]

Hold up, baby, you gon’ make a rapper say sheesh

Hold up, you gon’ make me fuck up on these beats

Hold up, you gon’ make me start a little beef

But hold up, baby, you gon’ make me ask for the peace, like…

Hold up, you gon’ make me say sheesh

You gon’ make me say “good grief!”

Hold up, baby, do-do-do-do you kapeesh?

It’s Upstate Fall, you gon’ like my flannel sheets, like

Yeah, make me say sheesh

Make a lyricist say sheesh

Make a freestyler say sheesh

You gon’ make Generic say sheesh

Bound to make a rapper say sheesh

Prolly make the dopest say sheesh

Makin’ all the homies say sheesh

Gon’ make Tha Character say sheesh