Correction Lyrics Geechi Gotti vs. Aye Verb by URLtv

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Top tier...versus God tier
See me and Gotti sit on opposite sides
Before the lil' loc can evolve and sit wit' us
First he gotta lose a couple notches of pride
Cause when a God tier n***a get in front of you and y'all lock wit' them eyes
How y'all survive?
It's first, kill them thoughts that you're not gonna die
Cause you will
I'm lion for lion with you chump
They say, "Geechi Gotti can punch. He nuts."
So
Just like Nutso he gon' die off the jump
E'rybody bleeds n***a, I done lost a few times
Blood ain't comin' out my mouth no mo', like Tekashi69
L.A. bars, I'ma talk to this n***a, not try to
St. Louis, that drive-by real when we ride through
You out yo' league
Either open eyes with a wide view or two vice grips
And I'll stretch the I (eye) like "Piru"
Nightmares come when you n***as sleepin'
I left "Vegan Verb" at home, this beef man
f**k that peace sh*t, its cinematics
If I gotta spit 'matics the car creepin'
Smokin' anything that the K see (KC) then we Chief-in'
That's Midwest sh*t
Rah!
Chest rip like Akuma sh*t
I know you heard, but I seen it my n***a, the rumor flipped
I'm a boss
b*t*h I'm way too boomin' to boom yo' sh*t
Buy my youngins fast food all month for they foolishness
Rock, paper, scissors
See you scissors right now, but you legit
The better bet it's
Always on Roc(k) like a Puma fit
11 years, my peers ask me, "Verb how you do that sh*t?'
Get yo' mind and body right, that turmeric tune yo' sh*t
New n***as always think they can hang, how true is this?
Y'all get the big head, I adjust the noose and loose the fit
Like, "Come here n***a."
You read (red) me wrong and I blew (blue) yo' sh*t
You gotta nail a God to cross the lines and n***a, I'm not yo' crucifix
Aye, I'm confused a bit how you start yo' rounds like, "You'se a b*t*h"
But you get flew out by dudes and sh*t
Get a bag, go home and buy weave bundles
No, you'se a b*t*h
Ask my city, they say I'm the face, how that real sound
Everything that I did you tryin' to do now
It means nothin'
30 days to get ready? Let's get down
Old n***as who used to kill ain't worried about young n***as that kill now
The dope house, it was a Full House
The sh*t was wicked
That's why that white girl had to stay next door; that Kimmy Gibbler
Ain't worryin' if Crip be trippin', I'm from it so miss me wit' it
In any field I show signs of a slide, my pitch be different
Wrap my arms around yo' mama big sister
Her frail body, and crush her
Sorry, gotta go, TT, I just spelled "Gotti"
Heard yo' patnas like to smoke that dip and they feel brolic
If they put that water in 'em, you gon' pull a shell out 'em
On God
Most of you rappers just grow an image, I know your gimmick
Is to try to turn O from Menace to a token hero
See it's no convincin' cause you so focused on dope and killin'
I can't see myself in these fake n***as through smoke and mirrors
Be honest
Vers' me you can't win because your mind clouded
Open your omelette, and let go n***a, ya thoughts in bondage
Your rhymes is catered to convicts and Crown Vics, I'm beyond it
Full speed ahead, straight forward tonight I'm Giannis
I'm conscious, but not tonight n***a I'm wit' the nonsense
The locked hair, hombre blond twisted John Wick
S.T.L., we back (h)ours like y'all time switch
You the king? I had the heir to the throne like LeBron b*t*h
Yo, round one, I'm on top of yo' head let's get to drillin'
Round two: Blade, I cross his scalp, lower his ceilin'
In round three, take the skin off his Adam Apple it's so appealin'
Then let the wind hit his skull
Geechi Gotti death 'bout to be bone chillin'
Look how I talk to you n***as like grown children

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