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Paroles : Geechi Gotti vs. B Magic
We got Geechi Gotti versus…
Man, you choked your way outta being the GOAT - sad but true
Can’t nobody be mad but you
I mean, dawg, you was Top 3
Imagine how we feel seein’ one of the best punchers struggle wit’ his speech like Ali
Golly, back then, you was the man, though
Now those punches barely hit Orlando
Magic, every battle you’ve been on bunk sh*t
Stumblin’ over bars like a drunk b*t*h
Drum clip, sh*t spray about 80 rounds
Or the .30, ‘cause I’m better wit’ the sticks than Devon Miles
I can hear ‘em now, f**kin’ wannabes
.40, extension longer than the quarantines
Jordan memes: leave a legend wit’ the sad face
Glock so new, the sh*t squeak like bad brakes
Keep thinkin’ you safer at home
I ain’t tryna hear that sh*t
That just mean it’s cool to shoot the crib up - I know everybody in that b*t*h
I’m a real-ass Crip, I’m just here to bring the streets back
f**k the fame, they can keep that
The option, though, without rap, I would be back slidin’ like a junkie that relapsed
I keep straps, I’m known for violence
Pistol-whippin’ without a driver’s license
I’m defiant
Boy, I be done slapped you
I been solid, you can see I’m ten toes like Jesus sandal
You gon’ get the team dismantled, you too fake
Annoying like toothaches
Nitty, I don’t think I can fit in or gel (Orajel) wit’ this n***a
Shoot a shell at this n***a, you ain’t sh*t to me
The URL booked this to verify how yo’ Crippin’ be
Can’t you tell the URL staff just like Moses, the way the staff is here to split the C (sea)?
Man, you can’t get wit’ me
And yo’ last battle proved that you can’t f**k wit’ me or none of the new kids
Every time you battle a n***a, you let your state down when you be losin’
Think about it - which one of us took that Saynt L? Oh, you is
And when it’s real, you can tell
You can see it in they eyes
Go ahead, see if you can make n***as believe them lies
n***a, time
Man, you choked your way outta being the GOAT - sad but true
Can’t nobody be mad but you
I mean, dawg, you was Top 3
Imagine how we feel seein’ one of the best punchers struggle wit’ his speech like Ali
Golly, back then, you was the man, though
Now those punches barely hit Orlando
Magic, every battle you’ve been on bunk sh*t
Stumblin’ over bars like a drunk b*t*h
Drum clip, sh*t spray about 80 rounds
Or the .30, ‘cause I’m better wit’ the sticks than Devon Miles
I can hear ‘em now, f**kin’ wannabes
.40, extension longer than the quarantines
Jordan memes: leave a legend wit’ the sad face
Glock so new, the sh*t squeak like bad brakes
Keep thinkin’ you safer at home
I ain’t tryna hear that sh*t
That just mean it’s cool to shoot the crib up - I know everybody in that b*t*h
I’m a real-ass Crip, I’m just here to bring the streets back
f**k the fame, they can keep that
The option, though, without rap, I would be back slidin’ like a junkie that relapsed
I keep straps, I’m known for violence
Pistol-whippin’ without a driver’s license
I’m defiant
Boy, I be done slapped you
I been solid, you can see I’m ten toes like Jesus sandal
You gon’ get the team dismantled, you too fake
Annoying like toothaches
Nitty, I don’t think I can fit in or gel (Orajel) wit’ this n***a
Shoot a shell at this n***a, you ain’t sh*t to me
The URL booked this to verify how yo’ Crippin’ be
Can’t you tell the URL staff just like Moses, the way the staff is here to split the C (sea)?
Man, you can’t get wit’ me
And yo’ last battle proved that you can’t f**k wit’ me or none of the new kids
Every time you battle a n***a, you let your state down when you be losin’
Think about it - which one of us took that Saynt L? Oh, you is
And when it’s real, you can tell
You can see it in they eyes
Go ahead, see if you can make n***as believe them lies
n***a, time
