TUSCAN PERFUME - EST Gee

Yeah Alright Yeah Comin' off the last record I'm gettin' 20 million off the record Just to off these records Nigga, that's a record I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure Past the present when you have to mention This is nothin' for the radio But they'll still play it though 'Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake That's just the way it go Heavy airplay all day with no chorus We keep it thorough, nigga Rap like this for all of my borough niggas I reached the point Where don't shit matter to me, nigga I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, nigga Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga I could go a hour on this beat, nigga, yeah I'm just as famous as my mentor But that's still the boss, don't get sent for Get hype on tracks And jump in front of a bullet you wasn't meant for 'Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more Hot temper, scary outcome Here's a reason for niggas that's hatin' without one That always let they mouth run Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it Started from the bottom Now we here, nigga, we made it Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather Smelling like a brick Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit Rich enough That I don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich Self explanatory You just here to spread the story, wassup Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV Young rebel, Young Money Nothin' you could tell me Paperwork takin' too long Maybe they don't understand me I'll compromise if I have to I gotta stay with the family Not even talkin' to Nicki Communication is breakin' I dropped the ball on some personal shit I need to embrace it I'm honest, I make mistakes I'd be the second to admit it Think that's why I need her in my life To check me when I'm trippin' On a mission tryna shift the culture Tell me who dissin' I got some things that'll hit the culprit Them strep throat flows Them shits to stop all of the talkin' All of the talkin' Got one reply for all of your comments Fuck what you think I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message Born a perfectionist Guess that makes me a bit obsessive That shit I heard from you lately Really relieved some pressure Like aye, B, I got your CD You get an E for effort I piece letters together And get to talkin' reckless Owl chains like credentials You know you see the necklace My life's a completed checklist I'm tired of hearin' 'Bout who you checkin' for now Just give it time We'll see who's still around a decade from now That's real How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento I just set the bar Niggas fall under it like a limbo The family all that matters I'm just out here with my kinfolk Off everything my pen wrote We went from Bundy to Winslow This for shorty up on Glengrove Who love when I catch my tempo I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna The Fresh Prince just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie All these 90's fantasies on my mind The difference is that with mine They all come true in due time I might come through without security To check if you're fine That's just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself" You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself And if you end up needin' some extra help Then I could help You know, back on your feet and shit Tryna get my karma up Fuck the guilty and greedy shit How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? How this nigga workin' like He got a fuckin' twin though? Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me Now real nigga, wassup? Hey, yeah, hey How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? If there's hell below I'll see you when you get there Are you enjoying yourselves? If we may we would just like to close off with something A bit inspirational Hopefully, or something a bit relevant As to us all are having the same fears Shedding similar tears And of course dying in so many years It don't mean that we can't have a good life So we'd like to just maybe close out with something For food for thought

Este perfume me persegue, Quente, forte e subtil. Passeia por mim livremente, Como se fosse gentil. UHUH Se me aperece de repente, Inspiro-o profundamente. Para desvendá-lo, para decifrá-lo, Queria agarrá-lo... Queria agarrá-lo, Metê-lo no meu frasco, Fechá-lo bem p'ra não fugir. Para não fugir Mas ele insiste, ele insiste Brinca comigo devagar. Leva-me à minha memória Convida-me a divagar... Queria agarrá-lo, Metê-lo no meu frasco, Fechá-lo bem p'ra não fugir. Para não fugir (repeat)

(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