Geez Francisco - Backporch Geez lyrics

[Verse 1: Geez Francisco] Days like this wish I was richer Pennies down the well tryna get a couple wishes Grand mom tripping on dishes smoke from the swishers And my chicken succumbing to her womanly intuition She thinking I'm cheating knowing her I'll need a deacon Cause she a Rican and probably cut my tongue out just for speaking , she know I love her And I get busy on these beats the ribs crack when I speak Every sixteen is a key Sold marijuana for a couple weeks, used to smoke the stash Bagged oregano to make the cheese Made some enemies a couple homies, but I prefer my lonesome Meditation for the patience the conscious mind of a stoner Never pack a pistol my pineal like a ginzu Mind as a weapon my memory probably splitchu, swiss army I see future in these bars, that I wrote in chinks car High looking at the stars Alone in my room approaches my doom, the reaper creeping on me no scythe only harpoons He poking at my ego, I'm floating high as an eagle My thoughts is overly senile, from the city of Siegel Free Beanie I probably come through in a clean Beanie And a team of anemic MC's thats seeing demons Money ain't the motive it's the only route that's scenic Say it then I mean it my team is full of Supremists Bunch of extremists spitting these Precincts Til we in the precincts or embalming fluid leaking On top of my sh**, ocular see far as binoculars but I ain't equipped Quit your occupation get a job in waiting Or a**a**ination have you in the house of Satan Waiting on the fire blazing to take em Then burn em til he raisins, erase em Regenerate em, then we restart that day again With more speed than a cheetah surpa** at leisure I roll gra** and ether it leave me high as a Amelia The rap game chameleon adapt to any scene again Ascend to a dragon then scorch em like Charmeleon Hard as Adamantium, manga reading champion Blacks still champing em in my vans and my panel em DDT slamming my opposition on accident And come equipped with axes for n***as that want the static My future looking kosher, smoking coast to coast With all the hipster hoes filling rows at all of my shows I pray to god this sh** go how it's supposed to go I'm pessimistic by nature and pa** a fist to hater Annihilate em while eating packets of now n later Getting fondled by Sanaa Latham while intoxicated 30 ounces deep off some sh** the OGs would tweak This OE got the best of me, it's such a recipe I was created to k** radio deals Momma ain't know when I was watching Chuckie and Phil Hey Arnold taught me cool and calm usually win the races Still watching Yugioh guess I ain't get up out that phase yet Chickens still surround me like McDonald in the play pen Pigs too but I send crews to castrate them Decimate them leave no hope for an Engravement Replace em with the Haitians, they all crooked History books is full of bullsh**, I write my own history pave the way with a full clip Told me English teacher I'm Huey Newtons incarnate The revolution is starting so grab ya uzi my partna And pray to god that, they Gardnas ain't packing larger Or you'll be in the garden, pushing up daisys Dancing with Swayze, mourning your baby While they stomping on your grave from the soil to the pavement I resurrect and elevate it, I'm raps David