Cla**ixs Beats - Sheesh Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: GtC] Chill out, will ya? Sheesh [Verse: GtC] I'm just tryna leave a mark like graffiti art Pickin' beats apart I'll be chef-bred till my d**hbed And mic made by Cuisinart (GtC) they said I'm off to a decent start I said back that I been runnin' Like bad plummin' Smokin' on this joint get your head blunted Forever redrummin' Murder 'ayone, and Blind p**n star, you ain't see it comin' Sheesh I'm too smooth over beats My flow doggystyle, gotta keep it on the leash Utica the area, breathe through the streets In the East, serve peeps the Italian cuisine, like Lyrically, the Montepulciano I'm the truth and I go In the booth wit Bible Gimme space, Apollo The white meat, gobble I stay loose and wobble I leave ya brain boggled Now gimme all your money like a lobbyist Never stoppin' this I'm that hip-hop obelisk Writin' like a novelist Heart is filled with hollow tips Showboat like no scopes And display my dominance No tolerance Hoes hollerin' Friends remindin' ‘em that when he's in the studio Just don't bother him If I play, I'm bound to win My temples are throbbin' and My temples like Solomon Homie that's a h*monym Competition swallowin' Gain a cult followin' Happiness, I'm drownin' in I don't even wanna swim The man on the beat vs. the kid in the street Are so different you would solemnly swear that I got a twin Show up to the party feelin' la di da di Cuz my mind the skyline of Abu Dhabi I could care less than kamikaze bombin' sloppy Walk up to your girl, "what's poppin' mommy?" Now she call me poppy I took a little trip over to her place Cuz she want a mixtape Say my sound is sick, great That became a quick date And it's funny cuz I show up wit tha tape And I noticed that, she already got a copy Lola, won't you grab me a soda She wanna play tha game, but I'm the one wit tha controlla My flow, yeah, she say it make her go nuts Cuz when it come to raps, I'm a bit of a highroller Hold up [Hook: GtC] Hold up, baby, you gon' make a rapper say sheesh Hold up, you gon' make me f** up on these beats Hold up, you gon' make me start a little beef But hold up, baby, you gon' make me ask for the peace, like… Hold up, you gon' make me say sheesh You gon' make me say “good grief!” Hold up, baby, do-do-do-do you kapeesh? It's Upstate Fall, you gon' like my flannel sheets, like Yeah, make me say sheesh Make a lyricist say sheesh Make a freestyler say sheesh You gon' make Generic say sheesh Bound to make a rapper say sheesh Prolly make the dopest say sheesh Makin' all the homies say sheesh Gon' make Tha Character say sheesh