Lyrics

4 My Geeks

I’m a beast…to say the least…so let me feast…this for my geeks who compete in these streets.

My son tells me I’m cold, daughter tells me I’m hot; my homies tell me I’m illy I swallow bars down with scotch.
Got em checking their watch, cuz they know it’s my time; I’ve done perfected my grind oh what a hell of a climb.
Finally selling my rhymes, but it’s not to get rich; just to pay off some debt and put some jewels on my chick.
Don’t keep a tool on my hip, aint on no carpenter tip; it’s quite often I rip, flow wet I’m making em slip.
Thank you for making the trip, to watch me baking my chips; this is culinary art I’m sweet like sugar grits.
I’m too legit to quit, I’m hammering out these hits; my talent’s magnificent, you’re garbage not worth a cent, the hardest to ever vent, my flows Jehovah sent.
A soldier I come equipped with bars darker than tint, I went through all the drama, just to become a llama. Spit in the face of karma; no beef shout out to farmers.

They say I’m rugged and raw, blame the things that I saw; my momma fought an addiction it hit her straight in the jaw.
The judge handed her a sentence, she had her days with the law; I told her momma don’t leave me, but she just left me appalled.
So it’s important I ball, like a Spaulding in all; I keep recalling my flaws, I got the game in my claws, these rappers suck like a straw.
So I’m refilling their drinks, barbeque them like links; I’m known for cooking my meats.
Let me turn down the grill, turn the beat up and chill; doctor told me I’m ill, told him pass me a pill.
Can’t compete with my skills, my flow is over the hill; I stay sober and real, over and over I kill.
It’s like groundhog’s day I’m digging up all the mills; I can’t explain how I feel, see all the pain I conceal; the goal’s to make dollar bills, I’m a scholar for real.
Look how I’m playing the field, these haters want me to yield (nope).

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