US EST Gee
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[Intro]
(Ayy, who that?)
(John Gottit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
It was 'posed to be us verses whoever
We can be whatever if we stick together (Be whatever if we stick together)
You the first that ever said I was special (First that ever said I was special)
Always say, "Stay dangerous, not careful" (Not careful)
Wish I would have been with him October 2nd (Same thing)
Same year that my mama went back to heaven (Same thing)
Had a death thrеat from someone they call thе devil (Yeah)
It's a curse and a blessin', I'm proper level (Yeah)
When I miss, I mention my direction
Beezy, we on weapons in brodie kitchen
Syrup sippin', only way that I get rested (Sip)
I don't remember seein' none of y'all bendin' (Seein' none of y'all, ah)
On nine, they fast, I'll spin it (Outside)
Back-alley, off all the streets, sittin' (Outside)
I was in desperate need of a healer (A healer)
Same time mama cryin', gettin' sicker (Gettin' sicker)
Please forgive me for times I was trippin'
Since a young nigga, when I knocked Jigga (Knock him hard)
She'll always say I had a temper
Them boys had convinced me the streets, so I listened (Yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, who that?)
(John Gottit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
It was 'posed to be us verses whoever
We can be whatever if we stick together (Be whatever if we stick together)
You the first that ever said I was special (First that ever said I was special)
Always say, "Stay dangerous, not careful" (Not careful)
Wish I would have been with him October 2nd (Same thing)
Same year that my mama went back to heaven (Same thing)
Had a death thrеat from someone they call thе devil (Yeah)
It's a curse and a blessin', I'm proper level (Yeah)
When I miss, I mention my direction
Beezy, we on weapons in brodie kitchen
Syrup sippin', only way that I get rested (Sip)
I don't remember seein' none of y'all bendin' (Seein' none of y'all, ah)
On nine, they fast, I'll spin it (Outside)
Back-alley, off all the streets, sittin' (Outside)
I was in desperate need of a healer (A healer)
Same time mama cryin', gettin' sicker (Gettin' sicker)
Please forgive me for times I was trippin'
Since a young nigga, when I knocked Jigga (Knock him hard)
She'll always say I had a temper
Them boys had convinced me the streets, so I listened (Yeah, yeah)
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