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lirik lagu xxl – est gee

[intro]
know, bookoo said i’m the new 2pac, n*gga be sayin’ i’m the new jeezy (flexin’ on that b*tch, hol’ up)
i told him i’m not, though (sh*t is scripted)
it’s gonna be two dead on the day i go
yeah, you crazy (yeah, yeah, foreverolling)

[verse 1]
don’t put them, tell them move in loose, might see a sniper on the roof
you heard me too, seen rappers fool, live 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 non*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 ass and wrestling dudes
see is, it’s dope boy music, how the f*ck 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*ck 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, yeah)
[chorus]
yeah, god to you n*ggas
stars in my ceilin’
we different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals
black tar heroin flippin’
post my ass in the center
the streets knew king didn’t end it, give a f*ck if they play, listen

[verse 2]
finesse the double*x*l, told me, “gee, you cold as h*ll”
the best friends came this year, but they late, that ship been sailed
i f*ck with simone model ass, you covered, but be real
i guarantee they budget and my ears, neck, and wrist on 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*ggas dead, never see they face again
pineapple mixed with red, turn this fanta keenan*kel
clean off a dirty scale, prayin’ it’s not that hot in h*ll
’cause if i go to heaven and don’t see red, then i might bail
i make wolves tuck they tails, all our 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
[chorus]
yeah, i’m god to you n*ggas
stars in my ceilin’
we different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals
black tar heroin flippin’
post my ass in the center
the streets knew king didn’t end it, give a f*ck if they play, listen

[outro]
mm, the biggest and the realest
sh*t’s not scripted
mm, can’t be like me, mm
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 never did nothin’
swear, it don’t make no sense
and all these n*ggas fall off after a few months
the biggest though, yeah

- est gee

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