Lyrics XXL – EST Gee
Know Bookoo said I’m the new 2Pac
N**ga be sayin’ I’m the new Jeezy
I told him I’m not, though
It’s gonna be two n**gas dead on the day I go
Yeah, you crazy
Don’t put them to the move and lose
Might see a sniper on the roof
You heard me twistin’, rappers fools
Livin’ double lives in the booth
I’m glad my first son came out cool
I cooked up close by a dude
Ridin’ with a wig, cops see no kids
Tryna put this baby on you
They all unknown factors, it’s true
Don’t rap, they actually do
I was gon’ quit this sh!t, came back
The streets kept askin’ me to
I’m checkin’ flight status and trackin’
Pray my package come through
Sittin’ in a half a million-car coupe
Blowin’ the black out the roof
It’s too much blood spilled on my boots
I can’t even ask for a truce
Heard I’m in town, they get spooked
Fake a*s and wrestling dudes
See is, it’s dope boy music
How the f**k you confuse it
Super hard body
Tote a rocket when in Houston
Out the water faucet
Million dollar worth of jewelry
Beat two cases
F**k a revocation, I ain’t do it
I walk down, flyers, papers
Couldn’t wait ’til twenty-two end
As big as my influence is
Think my life a movie
Yeah, God to you n**gas
Stars in my ceilin’
We different, all my videos
Shot in my cars, not in rentals
Black tar heroin flippin’
Post my a*s in the center
The streets knew king didn’t end it
Give a f**k if they play, listen
Finesse the double XL
Told me, Gee, you cold as hell
The best friends came this year
But they late, that sh!t didn’t sell
I f**k with Simone model ass
You covered, but be real
I guarantee they budget in my ears
N**ga, where some wheels
Declined her, but she like me
Won’t do a cover on me, still
Free my men out the feds
I’ma scream until I’m pale
But most y’all n**gas dead
Never see they face again
Pinapple mixed with red
Turn this Fanta Keenan-Kel
Clean off a dirty scale
Prayin’ it’s not that hot in hell
‘Cause if I go to heaven
And don’t see red, then I might bail
I make wolves tuck they tails
All my opps dead or tell
Plug talk to they BMs
Don’t love they kids, I’m sendin’ a Zelle
Do too much show and tell
And beefin’ on the web
That’s how you end up tail
Body nailed to a chair
And bro, they hit his head
Bow like he sayin’ a prayer
We shootin’ bricks like Craigs
Like it’s Friday all year
Yeah, God to you n**gas
Stars in my ceilin’
We different, all my videos
Shot in my cars, not in rentals
Black tar heroin flippin’
Post my a*s in the center
The streets knew king didn’t end it
Give a f**k if they play, listen
The biggest and the realest
Sh!t’s not scripted
Can’t be like me
In a hundred years, you might not make it out
Biggest and not only in rap, just as I came out
Keep copyin’, if you don’t copy, you’ll tell somebody
You don’t need use a copy
Try and get it out of me, but they just can’t do it
They ain’t never did nothin’
Swear, it don’t make no sense
It’s all these n**gas fall off after a few months
The biggest though, yeah…
➤ Written by Philipp Lindworsky, FOREVEROLLING, EST Gee & Flex on the Beat
Album: El Toro 2
Produced by FOREVEROLLING, Philipp Lindworsky & Flex on the Beat
EST Gee | 2023
