Jeez
[Intro]
Sweet…
I feel like I should start saying cool stuff at the beginning of all these songs…
JO look what you made me do, man!
Oooooooh, Good Lord!

[Verse 1]
It’s show time at the Colosseum
You know the deal, get the hands up where I can see em!
Oh, that’s your real hair?
Girl you need to chill
It’s Tool Time with Tim Allen
Boy you know the drill
I spent tuition on my wardrobe
That’s why I’m walking around feeling immortal
Swag is killing them, ahh, it's immoral
We in the house, yours just got foreclosed
I’m John Dillinger up on these tracks
What you always chilling for, boy you too relaxed
Well I’ll be, I’m in your city with my top back
And we’re coming for your head like you got naps
That’s the problem with you kids, you got no passion
She gets no love if she got no accent
With the girl of my dreams, you can wave to her
All my girls foreign like they in the PGA tour
Jeez!
[Verse 2]
All these tracks I’m a savage on
So official I should probably wear a badge or some
Dudes is supposed to get disguised in a photograph or some
Give your girl some gas money, she can tag along
I grab life by the horns, but him on the track
That’s why I’m dodging all these lame dudes tryna rap
I don’t deal with too many rats in the trap
But the Feds on my phone heard we cooking crack
And I’m the captain, James Kirk
Give them all enough rope, see who hang first
Tryna get me, gotta get up in my range first
But don’t do it to yourself, boy it ain’t worth it
Man, why you acting like you ain’t impressed
They showed me love out in Cali, Westside connects
In high school I won most likely to succeed
True story, got some fans out in Germany
Jeez
I swear…

[Verse 3]
Jupiter the best, what you got to wonder for?
I’ll hit you in the forehead with a thunder bolt
As far as one hit wonders, I got a hundred more
I’ll probably tell her she’s the one, but got a hundred more!
Uh, and I ain’t really into features
I like my girls red and haters in the bleachers
I did my own thing, didn’t listen to the teachers
Plan B’s is for average kids and them nonbelievers
Joseph Olivieri tell these boys!
I’m verbed up
That’s what I do, word up
I got enough for everybody like a surplus
And I oversee the game, boy, surf’s up!
I demand an explanation
Y’all scared, whats the cause of all the hesitation
That’s a rap for all the speculation…
So that’s a wrap for all the speculation
Jeez… Louise…