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Shy Glizzy
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Geraldo Mejia
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Marquis King
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Geraldo Liive
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Young Jefe, homes
GG
Forever
[Verse 2]
Who is this? This Geraldo
We just smokin' on gelato
I got bitches and they models
Your bitch swallow, she need goggles
God damn, look at my pockets
Look like I just hit the lotto
Pull up, valet, let him park it
Baby, I can pay your condo
Buy her Yeezys, buy her heels
I solve her problems, pay her bills
I'm bein' real, gon' learn to chill
Now, baby, tell me how you feel
I got hitters and they kill
Know I still be in the field
Know I be with them guerrillas
Tote banana clips for real
Got back up, I took a fall
Lil' ****, my money tall
I'm that **** in D.C.
Yeah, bitch, I ball like John Wall
Look at me, I'm livin' large
Remember them nights we choppin' hard?
Remember them nights I had to ride? Yeah
Remember them nights I used to starve?
Remember that night I sold that yayo
Then the feds came round to my house?
Remember there ain't nobody believin' me
Till I showed 'em what I'm 'bout
Remember I used to pour that lean up
Till I fuckin' blacked out?
Just a lil' homie in that trap house
With them fuckin' racks out
[Verse 3]
Hey, I'm ballin' hard in water
I'm feelin' like Coach Carter
They say the life that I'm livin'
I might not see tomorrow
I had to go out and get it
'Cause I ain't got no father
I know I gotta stay committed
That gon' take me farther
Y'all notice me when I'm sippin'
My PO think this vodka
Upgraded from a revolver
Hollows fillin' my top
I'm tryna face all my problems
I need to see a doctor
I'm tryna face all my problems
I need to see a doctor
[Verse 4]
Chicago streets, late night, tryna catch
Answer my burner if I need a good batch
Go on a hit, then slide in that cat
It gave me peace 'cause you know who was that
Ain't waitin' in the streets and I notice that
'Cause you left my side when I was under arrest
You left my side when I was under stress
You turned your back so I know you ain't shit
How you gon' lie and go along with the bitches?
Probably see red when I know he a Crip
Come to my crib, can't come with a bitch
Draco shot, they come with a kick
We know you totin' that lil' shit stick
You the one that know I had a gun in the whip
You the one that know I had a gun on my hip
I slab on floors
Shootouts where I'm from, when I grew up
And I couldn't ignore it
Some nights I was gettin' too mad at myself
'Cause I couldn't record
And I couldn't make it to your funeral
I sent my regards
Hangin' out the roof with my two fingers
Fuck the law
[Verse 5]
I'm ballin' hard in water
I'm feelin' like Coach Carter
They say the life that I'm livin'
I might not see tomorrow
I had to go out and get it
'Cause I ain't got no father
I know I gotta stay committed
That gon' take me farther
Y'all notice me when I'm sippin'
My PO think this vodka
Upgraded from a revolver
Hollows fillin' my top
I'm tryna face all my problems
I need to see a doctor
I'm tryna face all my problems
I need to see a doctor
Written by: Composer Author Unknown, Marquis King