023 Freestyle - Geko

I’m a mess for them, even when I’m bless with them

Cause sometimes I just get agitated when I’m next to them

Cartoons, really animated bro, you’re less than men

My bitches keep it more thorough and trust me we got stress for them

Young boy upsuh, O.T. like Steff and them

Give the Wu Tang, how high like Meth and them

Take a …, holding his breath and them

He’s driving, he can see two lines like eleven then

One of us but it still feels like eleven men

You say you’re riding, watch your backbone when you’re revving then

Cause your party might lead us to a red in them

Street’s a jungle, living in Jumanji like Kev and them

I thought I fell in love three times, now it’s dead

Quit Xans and now I don’t love 'em, it was meds

Baby let’s get reunited with the heads

I don’t care if you wear the full kit on your reds

Fuck it, freedom from the cells, from the sosh, from the seg

When they’re home I might bring some bitches, let 'em push a leg

Met this ting from the farms, I told her «Let me touch a egg»

Little rich badders, yo where are you? Then she said

Just waiting for you baby, I’m in bed

Yo listen, clean the gaff, I’m driving up to make the mess

I ain’t leaving till you say the «OneTape ayy ayy», you the best

And I ain’t done till you’re shaking, moaning and your walk is F’d

Can you feel the numbness? Can you feel the gun miss?

On stage four straps, you didn’t know we was on this?

Free the block, they had the mandem on the wire, McNulty

Remember when they came and burst at man, the tings were faulty

The mandem say «Don't touch nothing» so I don’t

You think he’ll stand back if you touch me? No he won’t

That’s that little block in Moss, getting ready with remotes

To turn the whole shit off if Geks ever gets provoked

That ain’t me though, that’s mandem, I’m gyalist, I’m gangnem

I’m loved by loyalty, not work, not random

I’m loved by Manny, the bee Buzzworl like Camden

I got a few demons in my closet, had to hang 'em

Yo a lotta people are not gonna like this part, fuck it

Lemme break some shit down that really irritates me

And I don’t care if you like it, it don’t really faze me

And it ain’t my fault, that’s how my parents raised me

I hate you identify as suttin

You don’t wanna be him or her, you wanna be nothing

Then tell us that you’re coming for our children

If a straight man said that he’s a nonce, cancelled, kill him

I hate when gyal get surgery

I hate when they cheat and say «Yo they hurt me»

I hate when their tears seem real

I hate that we can’t really say how we feel