Lyrics The mic Kid - Gee Baby

We ain't here to uh, worry your patience Mr. Garrett
I'm just saying bruh why am I here?
Really just uh, had a quick question for you
You got hobbies? Listen bruh, yes yes
Oh you do? I do bruh, yes
Well what you like to do Mr. Garrett? I like to make music bruh
Where's all ya time going? I'm ju-
The people want some answers (Just making music bruh)
Spending all my time
Outchea tryna see what life is
Am I really doing it right kid?
I'm just the mic kid
The kid wit a struggle in his past
Forty stuck to his side seem like a perfect match
Can't be doing shit out loud y'all tryna stop me in my tracks
Can't be giving half of me just know you always get the max
Can he dunk a basketball or is he selling in the trap?
Can he act out wit a cast or just act out wit his mac?

No pressure
Ain't no stopping my plans, I'm going hard
Though I got this pain on back, you see the scars
I could be out spending it all on fancy cars
But I can't take it wit me so fuck it I'll play the part
I could tell you what you see in me before you get a chance
I'll propose to my shawty on a tower out in France
Pick the pieces up when errbody fronting on the man
I supply and they demand
I lose focus I'm a man
I keep going for the gold
I can't settle for the less
I ain't going for the lose
Bitch I'm going for the win
I been stickin every landing
Only righ I get a ten
I got thirty in this forty
I ain't gotta call a friend, aye
Blood don't make you no closer
Say where the love?
Baby movin' viscous just fuckin' without a glove
And at the club
Bitches be rushing 'em for a hug
And niggas still hating so Baby gone keep his slugs
Timeout (Huh)
I'ma keep going until my times out
AET be on ya and on ya until ya times out
Need ya on ya knees I would love to see what ya mind bout
Am I really destined for greatness?
It's time to find out
Oh yeah, huh
Say when you see what I'm doing
Giving every piece of me while making music
Keep on doubting, shit like fuel and I'ma use it
You say I will not win just watch me prove it
Dun
Dun
Dun

Spending my time
Makin' this money
Makin' the family proud
Spending all my time
Outchea tryna see what life is
Am I really doing it right kid?
I'm just the mic kid
The kid wit a struggle in his past
Forty stuck to his side seem like a perfect match
Can't be doing shit out loud y'all tryna stop me in my tracks
Y'all tryna stop me in my tracks (Aww yeah)
All these hoes tryna keep me in my past man (Aww yeah)
All my time
I'm just a mic kid
The kid wit a
I ain't gotta repeat it no more man
Dun dun dun dun
Let me hear you say
Dun dun dun dun
I enjoyed this though
My boy Till stayed up
Appreciate that Till, AET man

Excuse me Mr. Garrett
You have someone, um
Trying to come see you
Uhh, what do you want me to tell her?
Uhh
Umm tell her I don't
I'm kinda in a phase where I'm, uhh
I'm limiting my time to, uhh
To those I feel like
I'ma deem it necessary for them to
Have my contact number
You know what I mean?
Have my Instagram
My social media sites, uhh
You don't want to follow me that's fine
Umm
Don't really care about it, uhh
I'd rather
Have a picnic in the breeze or
Put some oil on ya knees, I don't know
Umm
Eat some fruit by a tree
Come do that with mic kid
You can do that
I'm the mic kid
I'm the mic kid
You-
If you listened to the song, you understand