Jeez

[Intro] Sweet… I feel like I should start saying cool stuff at the beginning of all these songs… JO look what you made me do, man! Oooooooh, Good Lord! [Verse 1] It’s show time at the Colosseum You know the deal, get the hands up where I can see em! Oh, that’s your real hair? Girl you need to chill It’s Tool Time with Tim Allen Boy you know the drill I spent tuition on my wardrobe That’s why I’m walking around feeling immortal Swag is killing them, ahh, it's immoral We in the house, yours just got foreclosed I’m John Dillinger up on these tracks What you always chilling for, boy you too relaxed Well I’ll be, I’m in your city with my top back And we’re coming for your head like you got naps That’s the problem with you kids, you got no passion She gets no love if she got no accent With the girl of my dreams, you can wave to her All my girls foreign like they in the PGA tour Jeez! [Verse 2] All these tracks I’m a savage on So official I should probably wear a badge or some Dudes is supposed to get disguised in a photograph or some Give your girl some gas money, she can tag along I grab life by the horns, but him on the track That’s why I’m dodging all these lame dudes tryna rap I don’t deal with too many rats in the trap But the Feds on my phone heard we cooking crack And I’m the captain, James Kirk Give them all enough rope, see who hang first Tryna get me, gotta get up in my range first But don’t do it to yourself, boy it ain’t worth it Man, why you acting like you ain’t impressed They showed me love out in Cali, Westside connects In high school I won most likely to succeed True story, got some fans out in Germany Jeez I swear… [Verse 3] Jupiter the best, what you got to wonder for? I’ll hit you in the forehead with a thunder bolt As far as one hit wonders, I got a hundred more I’ll probably tell her she’s the one, but got a hundred more! Uh, and I ain’t really into features I like my girls red and haters in the bleachers I did my own thing, didn’t listen to the teachers Plan B’s is for average kids and them nonbelievers Joseph Olivieri tell these boys! I’m verbed up That’s what I do, word up I got enough for everybody like a surplus And I oversee the game, boy, surf’s up! I demand an explanation Y’all scared, whats the cause of all the hesitation That’s a rap for all the speculation… So that’s a wrap for all the speculation Jeez… Louise…