Geraldo Live on the track yeah, yeah-eah
Young Jefe, holmes

I swear there's too much pain
Here for one young nigga (Oh)
Them niggas ain't got aim
They just like to pull the trigger (Oh)
Fear of God pants
She pull the strings off and kiss it
(Oh, oh, oh) she say that she miss it
She call it the Big Dipper (Oh yeah)
I dive in like a diver, the way I'm drippin'
Call me Flipper (Woo)
My blood bring me the chickens
I pitch 'em like Derek Fisher
In LA ballin' like a Laker
But I'm a motherfuckin' wizard (Swish)
She thought I wouldn't cut her off
Then I got my motherfuckin' scissors

Fuck all of that chit-chat, nigga
Where that change at? (Huh?)
You play with Young Jefe
I'm gon' blow your brains back (Young Jefe)
I was broke, lil' nigga
You can get the same sack (Uh, huh)
But if you out here bullshittin'
Go play on the train tracks (Ha ha ha)
Baby, bust it open, girl
You know that thing fat (Bust it open)
She say I fuck her so good
She gon' get my name tat (O oh)
A nigga that keep it one hundred
You ain't never seen that (Never seen it)
We hoppin' on a jet to places you ain't be at
Yeah, I was heaven-sent (yeah, yeah)
I'm a menace but I like my bitch intelligent
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, hundred bands (Hundred bands)
Plenty CeeLo
Fucked that shit up on another Benz
(Skrrt) , oh

I swear there's too much pain
Here for one young nigga (Oh)
Them niggas ain't got aim
They just like to pull the trigger (Oh)
Fear of God pants
She pull the strings off and kiss it
(Oh, oh, oh) she say that she miss it
She call it the Big Dipper
I dive in like a diver, the way I'm drippin'
Call me Flipper (Uh)
My blood bring me the chickens
I pitch 'em like Derek Fisher (yeah)
In LA ballin' like a Laker
But I'm a motherfuckin' wizard (Swish)
She thought I wouldn't cut her off
Then I got my motherfuckin' scissors
(Oh yeah)

I'm just speakin' facts (Facts)
GG quarterback, yeah (GG)
I do not get sacked (Nope)
Bitch, I get the racks, yeah
Goons in the back (Uh)
I make they ass attack (Brrt)
You better keep a strap (yeah)
You know how these young niggas act
And I'm the best to ever do it
You hear it through the music
You think you winnin' with
Them niggas, bitch, you really losin'
I got the money
They comparing me to Frank Lucas
I'm not a rat, no
I'm the realest motherfucker movin'
And if it ain't 'bout no mulah
Might ask what you say
Nigga, you ever made five hundred
Bands in a day?
Baby, we go somewhere far where you
Get tan when you lay
I still pull up on your block and
Get to sprayin' with the K

I swear there's too much pain
Here for one young nigga
Them niggas ain't got aim
They just like to pull the trigger (Oh, oh)
Fear of God pants
She pull the strings off and kiss it (Mwah)
She say that she miss it
She call it the Big Dipper (Oh)
I dive in like a diver, the way I'm drippin'
Call me Flipper (yeah)
My blood bring me the chickens
I pitch 'em like Derek Fisher (Goddamn)
In LA ballin' like a Laker
But I'm a motherfuckin' wizard
(Goddamn, goddamn)
She thought I wouldn't cut her off
Then I got my motherfuckin' scissors
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

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Writer(s): COMPOSER AUTHOR UNKNOWN, MARQUIS AMONTE KING