geechi liberace
Geechi Liberace, rings on every finger
In the south with the AC set at 69 at all times
(Woo)
I fell asleep with the Rollie on (Tell 'em, dawg)
A young Michael Corleone
Custom made suits and designer shoes (Oh)
Takes two hours to go through my shoes (Boss)
Ex-slave, proud field nigga
Next Trayvon Martin, Emmett Till nigga
My nappy hair, who say that life is fair (Oh)
My family mean the world although I'm never there (Weird)
These days nothing makes sense
Sad, seeing all these Gs on this fake shit (Shit)
Text a nigga phone, avoiding my calls (What?)
Only thing you got is your word and your balls (Hah)
Get up on my level you say you a boss
Everybody seen it we know that you're soft (Boss)
Heard you went and got a lawyer, you niggas is lost (Is lost)
If they say I'm not the biggest? You tell them they false (Hahahaha)
I'm out in Vegas and I'm tricking off (Oh)
Out in L.A. Freeway Ricky Ross (Racks)
Testified on over 40 dudes (What?)
I seen the documents, I'm who he wanna sue (Woo)
He testifies for a state allowance (Bank)
Then does a blog like your favorite coward (Fuck)
Down to roll, I might enroll and graduate from Howard (Hah)
I love to roll and marinate just enjoy the sour (Hahaha)
Or another hooligan at U of M (Whoo)
Bitches on the honor roll? I need me two of them (Whoo)
When it comes to chicks I need a few of them (Whoo)
Had a set of twins, now I got me two of them (Whoo)
Sit the marbles statues on the glass floors
Glass slippers, no cracks for the Task Force
Every mil' I count, my Momma screaming, "Yes Lord!"
Geechi ring on every finger at the chessboard
I fell asleep half naked
I woke up to a sexy Jamaican (Ahh)
Penthouse suite 59th floor (Oh)
The other 58 were totally vacant (Woo)
True wealth, in seek of this true wealth (True wealth)
True wealth, in seek of this true wealth (True wealth)
I once made love to a princess
For security reasons let's call her Empress (Haha)
I'm well groomed ready for the throne (I got you baby)
I learned that petty wars can take a toll
Holy Ghost reading through the book of Job (Lord)
Overdose, pleading for my pot of gold (Pleade)
Smoking dope, hoping that I don't explode (Hah)
Try to open up my mind, I got a hundred hoes
Brain, all I want is the brain
I'ma give my son the game, tell him, "Stay away from fame"
I'm just tryna be a better boy (Real talk)
Every year they say I'm selling more (Hah)
Look at the bitches that you settle for (My nigga)
This the yacht club, leave them on the paddle board (Whoo)
True G, Geechi Liberace (Uh)
In the three piece, suede black Versace (What?)
We could take over the world (Say it again, my nigga)
We could take over the world
Sit the marbles statues on the glass floors
Glass slippers, no cracks for the Task Force
Every mil' I count, my Momma screaming, "Yes Lord!"
Geechi ring on every finger at the chessboard