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gee d - 1:11 lyrics

that boy was meant to go to college
nonsense. now he spit lyrical vomit
promised he’d f_ck the whole world in his conquest
congress forgot him never no progress
flawless, that boy walks around with no conscience
honest, boy does so much they couldn’t stop this
targets, for practice yall boys couldn’t rap this
sh_t i see around me leave everything feeling tragic
magic, what i do rep 702. the punk born with funk
now who the f_ck wanna jump in a pit?
throw a punch. throw a kick. who’s tough? who’s lit?
who’s what? who’s him? you got nuts? go in
sin, what we come from it’s the start and the end
dim, the lights cause tonight we gon light
right out the valley, boy touring from vegas to raleigh
rallies form just for me. desert born got that heat
to think the pipsqueak would be a control freak
grinding to get the power he deserves just for repeating words
he wrote in his notepad. yeah he can’t go back
my minds filled to the tip with raps
this the sh_t i do to make my time pass
i love it. ruckus. crowd up and down from beat thumpings
fire alarms couldn’t quiet stomachs rumblings
dialogues about me always happening
entire _rs_nals are built, they fear that rap beef
he so calm. now why would they attack me?
that jealousy. they can’t spit this sh_t like this lyricist
now quit while you can. the new fireman
lit wick. sh_t he kicks too sick. your crew’s sh_t
loose lips get clapped. shoe fits as the rap
master. the b_st_rd whose flow wet like natural disaster
the boy a walking cancer. k!lling y’all a chore list
pocket good, my girl gorgeous. me, a ghost writer? please, you couldn’t afford this
smith and wesson the weapon that i’m repping
to teach a lesson. i’m besting the rest of the them
out west, and i’m the prodigy. honestly who’s stopping me?
came to f_ck the game up. c_cky how i came up
making banger after banger. sparking anger
kids in danger, they got no role model
so ima go full throttle. can’t stop til im on top
i mix hip hop, with punk rock, they want pop
but i’m just here to make the brains rot

- gee d

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