Letras 023 Freestyle - Geko

023 Freestyle

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