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Est Gee - Gee Shit Lyrics

Gee Shit Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Me and you can't be the same if you won't die for that chain
Blind from my pride, so when I die they put respect on my name
Got it all set out for my son in case this life leave me slain
Pray he happy unlike his daddy, I found love in the game
I found love in my plays, I found love in my gang
Keep tryna tell my I changed, look in yo' face and explain that I'm in pain
Close yo' mouth and listen to this gangster shit
(Think what the fuck you would do if you was me, put yourself in my shoes)
Close yo' mouth and listen to this gangster shit
(Niggas ain't mеn, niggas ain't stand up niggas, they don't know what to do)
[Verse 1]
I know niggas wan' do somethin', I'm on that same shit
Ex bitch softеnin' my dick, but she still locked on like a pick
I'm still locked in with the clique, you ever locked in on a brick?
Then served a couple niggas, that's it, in case they snitch you know who to get
Still get a rush when it get shipped, I'ma stay up 'til it hit
Not finna change, right after they put that gun up to my face
No mask, I feel at last they thought 'bout killin' me that day
Wonder why he changed his mind, took everything and walked away
Wonder if he felt the same as me the day that our roles changed
And the outcome wasn't the same, leave the streets stained with a brain

[Chorus]
Me and you can't be the same if you won't die for that chain
Blind from my pride, so when I die they put respect on my name
Got it all set out for my son in case this life leave me slain
Pray he happy unlike his daddy, I found love in the game
I found love in my plays, I found love in my gang
Keep tryna tell my I changed, look in yo' face and explain that I'm in pain
Close yo' mouth and listen to this gangster shit
Close yo' mouth and listen to this gangster shit

[Verse 2]
Don't pray for patience, I'm too anxious
So I'm still servin' on paper
My paperwork is no statements
Still shippin' pounds into vacants
Hit big bags in the basement, once I linked in with the takers
Couldn't fake that you was hatin' 'cause we still trap like the 80s
Pray to God and pray to Satan, don't you look at me crazy
Jesus Christ probably won't make sure that these packs make it in safely
Sixty day grind, it ain't drain me, I'ma try to go for one-eighty
And I'ma shit on niggas daily for all them days they tried to play me
I'ma trap hard 'til the pack gone or the police come raid me
Get the packs off, get it back hard and your phone shouldn't stop ringin'
I'm a big dog, I can make sure a nigga can't come past Rangeland
I ain't happy but I'm thankful that my momma raised a gangsterYou might also like