Latin Hustle - Somewhat Gee lyrics

[Verse 1] Dont give me a f**ing mic, cause i'll k** that sh** I make it funky, cause i'll top bill that sh** I ain't a fighter much, but I'll f** a n***a up Cause I ain't even playin', this is a stick up f**in' with me, this is your last mistake Rappers outta breath, this is the asthma stage Say something I don't like, and feel my rage The most I've ever been paid, was minimum wage And you listeners think I'm successful? sh**, and nice? I am far from disrespectful I like to give shows, call me projectful These n***as can't do sh**, get the stencil These wanna-be's wanna be me, but tagging with pencil They using Sharpies and carrying a couple of stickers And they think they're bada**, eating a Snickers Plus posting sh** all too much, posting wack pictures They need to shutup before they get even sicker [Verse 2] These nympho type b**hes need to get off my sack These rappers need to quit before they get attacked And these problems don't ever, ever go away But yes I make mistakes, from day to day I'll probably make one a day from today But aside from today, my life is great Oh, how was the past you say? f**ed up I don't like that sh** for sh**, so shutup But I don't know about the future yet And Latin Hustle ain't as big as Odd Future yet And we don't really see our future yet But there's girl in it so we know our future's wet I already know that my sh** be too gee These stupid a** hoes don't need to tell me I'm saying f** you, so watch the f** out I'm way outta my own league, what's up now?! I kinda like school, so I say f** suspension But I know I'm cool, I don't need f**in' detention I almost hate it as much as f**in' friendship I'm terrorizing sh**, somewhat of an illuminati f**ing with me, i'll leave your bones rotting These b**hes need to stop b**hin', get to the s**in' up These rappers want sh**?, i'll get to the f**in' up These shooters want a shootout?, i'll get to the tuckin' up Ace be somewhat of a Step Brother, we're here to f** sh** up [Verse 3] This is not for the radio, too many cussin' words I'm so fly, is that why I be f**in' birds? I dislike friends, but I hate my enemies I dislike problems, but I hate ten of me I dislike using force, but hate waistin' my energy I love my life, but I'm hated like an allergy I love my mind, but I'm forgotten like a memory The bells ringing, so I let them ring I ain't got sh** yet, what the f** is bling? I only rap, cause I wouldn't like to sing Latin Hustle Ravagers, Latin Hustle ravagin' Latin Hustle Savagers, Latin Hustle savagin' Latin Hustle Damagers, Latin Hustle damagin' Young E be Somewhat Gee, that's how I roll Latin Hustle be f**in' Gee, that's how we roll Shoutout to the Latin Hustlers Woods, Ace, and Flow We got some guns, and we about to take control We be Mic Murdererin' or maybe k**in' All We on that First Impression sh**, we don't stall We k**in' them Fake Assumers, we feelin' tall We be The New Ones, and we ain't about to free fall