[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 d**hbed
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 p**n 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 h*monym
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 f** 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, you gon' make a rapper 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