(What's good, Geo?)

I've got two 'cleezys on
You gon' see a bright flash like I turned the TV on
Your life flashed before your eyes when you was born
Imma turn my opposition into Raven-Symoné
I didn't really ask to be on
But I'm up now and look like I took out a loan
It's just cold out, I don't really like this chrome
Yeezy slides, cause I got sick of putting GATs on
I wear my heart on my sleeve, it's not Comme des garçons
I seen so many lines you'd think that I could read palms
Thumbin' through the pages, I'm reciting every psalm
Fried at my own show, forgot the words to my songs
Thirty in my Prada bag, feel like I'm carrying a log
I'll never sip PAI again and I'll never sip PAR
The way I'm nodding off, you'd think that I was on ‘hardt
But I'm really off a pink, and a pink, and a bar
Got a license for a pistol, not a license for a car
I got Saks on deck, shit, I think that I'm Jabar
What's in my cup it must be black tar
The way I got this Pelle on, it looks like Alpine stars
This is not alcohol, but it smells like it is
Feels like I brush my teeth every time I sip Tris
I just spent an SRT on my taxes
Only thing black and white is the temples of my glasses