Songtexte SHEESH! - Notebook.

Ay, look
I know I talk a lot of shit
I′ve been doing this shit for 17 years
Motherfucker, I earned it

Sheesh
Peep my numbers goin' up. Some don′t want to show me love
But I keep on comin', so it's tough
Ay. I ain′t one to pull the plug
But, some of these niggas gotta′ die for me to be comfortable enough

I'm the one that they bet on since I was only a jit
My reputation is teflon. That hollow won′t even hit
Like Biggie said, you're Dead Wrong. I′m liable to get rich
Celebratin' like every day. Celebratin′ like
People know I'm on a mission, and serpents hide in the business
Good thing I'm a charmer, keeping my honor, and I don′t like all the mixin
I never lie or manipulate, and I can′t rely on opinions
Check my time on wrist-watch, uh. Can't waste mine like Tick, Tock / TikTok
I just fly through pit-stops. Fuck the hype on his drop
I don′t push my shit back. Put that out and watch you get washed
Nothing is promised, except what I want in my palms
And a bit of solace. It's all for the love of a dollar

Sheesh
Peep my numbers goin′ up. Some don't want to show me love
But I keep on comin, keep on comin, comin
Ay. I ain′t one to pull the plug
But, some of these niggas gotta' die for me to be comfortable enough

Typically, I'm a cool guy, but ya′ll be testin′ my patience
Energy in the room might be all that ever needs maintenance
Everybody knows when they Try me, I'm always Restin′ my cases
I'm in the Hall wherever that Fame Is. Give me a call, I′ll tell you why
Ain't nobody that can be this real. Save a copy and they′ll see it's still
Fake and not equal to me. Appeal cannot be built
Industry full of these mannequins who never man-up a lil
I'm always the highest inside of the room. It′s like I be standin′ on stilts
Hand me a mil'. I demand it forreal. I′m way too good for amateur deals
The man's in his feels. The man′s in his feels
And I been vicious. I'm animalistic. I am in a field
Of expertise, though. My teeth show. Don′t have any chill
I'm plannin' to kill shit ′til it′s over. I can do it with my eyes closed.
All fire, I'm a pyro. I shine down like a light pole, dawg
Nothing is promised, except what I want in my palms
And a bit of solace. It′s all for the love of a dollar

Sheesh
Peep my numbers goin' up. Some don′t want to show me love
But I keep on comin, keep on comin, comin
Ay. I ain't one to pull the plug
But, some of these niggas gotta′ die for me to be comfortable enough