Tour - Macky Gee

I take care of hotel rooms now Cause buddy, I'll be here all week Can I pay with my integrity? This fungal life, it's clung to me Rolling down my peak Made me scenery, made me legacy Hammering the high life Has nailed me to the floor Well I don't like music anymore! Hell's a reunion tour! The backup's always better than me Hungrier than me, nicer than me And these pricks I prayed I'd never see again Oh wishful thinkers, come lend a hand Shriveled and severed to me To carry me out to sea and then back again Off the stage there's silence And on the stage there's more Cause I don't like music anymore! I'll die on reunion tour! Well didn't I pay through the pages of tell-all books? Car radios atop moonlit overlooks You make me sign my name in horror But didn't I pay when I played in those anti-prom memories? The learning guitar to our melodies You can choke on that biro cause I owe you nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing! No more classics now, here's the newer stuff Here's what comes to pass when you're not living fast enough To die of natural causes Like rock and roll before Til I don't like music anymore! A forever reunion tour!

(Menace on the beat) I just hopped off the bus, then I hopped on the stage I just do what I does and they hopped on my wave I don't do shit for free 'less a bag gettin' made I don't like broke hoes, only bitches that get paid I just hopped off the bus, then I hopped on the stage I just do what I does and they hopped on my wave I don't do shit for free 'less a bag gettin' made I don't like broke bitches, only hoes that get paid I just hopped off the bus in Detroit, I'm up at Hutch Brand new Cartiers every time I touch Every time that I land, new lenses gettin' bust New chicken in my hand, new bitches gettin' fucked You gotta be a dime if you steppin' on my bus Ballin' in Milwaukee, I could play for the Bucks You don't wanna know what I paid for these buffs Seven plus five, can you niggas add it up? How you broke and ballin'? Man, this shit ain't addin' up That's your wifey we fuckin', why you niggas mad at us? Made 'em mad, yeah, but I ain't make 'em mad enough I hit it once, yeah, I already had enough I just hopped off the bus, then I hopped on the stage I just do what I does and they hopped on my wave I don't do shit for free 'less a bag gettin' made I don't like broke hoes, only bitches that get paid I just hopped off the bus, then I hopped on the stage I just do what I does and they hopped on my wave I don't do shit for free 'less a bag gettin' made I don't like broke bitches, only hoes that get paid On Rodeo off the player punch, I'm finna blow a bag Louis belt on my waist, Mike Amiri on my ass I got a fetish for these bad bitches that pop tags I'm stackin' lettuce, I might throw a bit, you shake some ass You won't regret it, even your nigga do get mad I gotta check it and I heard that nigga doin' bad I'ma fuck his baby mama, but I'm not his stepdad Took his chain and his bitch, man, you goin' out sad I just hopped off the bus, then I hopped on the stage I just do what I does and they hopped on my wave I don't do shit for free 'less a bag gettin' made I don't like broke hoes, only bitches that get paid I just hopped off the bus, then I hopped on the stage I just do what I does and they hopped on my wave I don't do shit for free 'less a bag gettin' made I don't like broke bitches, only hoes that get paid

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(DJ Swift on the track) Who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep Broke n- re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG It was some light s- that you did, but the meaning was deep I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep N- better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me 'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street Put your cuz on a tee, I told him, "Quit muggin' at me" Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach Right before prices got cheap Right before water got deep We was supposed to be like T and Meech Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million Low to the ground Caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures I'm a street n- and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these b- It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin' I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin' I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it That's 120 and we shoot it out all day Fuck a n- (free the shotta) Know what I'm sayin'? Who hotter than Gee? I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? Yeah, yeah, yeah