text: JPZ, youre a genius
  Not a Blood or a Crip, I do my own thing
  Secret society, started my own gang
  Your whip so clean, Im like, Shit, this whole thing?
  Gas on the track like a match to the propane
  Im laughing to the bank with a bag of the dank
  Got a whole pack of Woods, bout half in the tank
  Im headed down the highline to bust down a rollie
  And send a box to the bus, down with the homies
  They never seen another rapper who can go like this
  Bitch, I might splurge slim, you aint cold like this
   women pimpin, a kiss
  Im all in it, you all finished—lets blow this bitch
  Peezy, Peezy, Peezy, cant you see?
  Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
  And I just love your flashy ways
  This is why they broke and youre so paid
  Im with Daz 2-1 down in LBC
  Call a direct when I need tree
  Lil D told me he could see it in my eyes
  40 knew from the jump, the young Peez was a god
  Im with in the Hollywood hills
  My ex-bitch hate my guts but she follow me still
  Put the message in the puddin, make them swallow the pill
  Pimp Cs in me so they gotta be trill
  Rest in peace Mac Dre and the boy Fat Tone
  I got prospects slappin when I get back home
  Im the number one trap pick, Im Patrick Mahomes
  Im back at it, its black magic, the package is gone
  Peezy, Peezy, Peezy, cant you see?
  Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
  And I just love your flashy ways
  This is why they broke and youre so paid