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G. J. Schaefer Lyrics
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Whole world on my shoulders like I got nothing to lose
Bitch, throw your hands up, grab a drink raise your cup
Cause this is what I dreamed about my whole life, this one night
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Okay everybody listen up
I'm about to murder shit, homicide and everybody in this bitch better keep their mouth shut
Or every motherfucker's going down with me too
As a witness to a crime that you didn't even do
Now you get it? I got it
The rules have been audit
Let's try this again, take two
What the fuck is up?
Been killing shit, so don't fuck with us
One thing about me is I don't give up
J.G. on the gas til my time is up
Pedal to the metal, got my foot to the floor
With a joint in my mouth, got you begging for more
Hopped out, hit my door, should be mad so I swore
But I laughed when I paused and looked up at the score
So I'm good when I masturbate
But if you ask my dick he's probably half as great
If you ain't in it to win it, then why are you in it?
Might need a few minutes before I go Dennis the Menace
But my pen can replenish a sentence
Just to spit in your face like a dental hygienist
I'm a teacher in the game and I'm checking attendance
What a disgrace, it looks scarce since they heard of my presence
Popped up in the game like an itch
I ain't got a million dollars hoe, I still feel filthy rich
I ain't got a million followers, but I'll probably fuck your bitch
I ain't got a million choppers, but I'll still unload a clip, and I
Popped up in the game like an itch
I ain't got a million dollars hoe, I still feel filthy rich
I ain't got a million followers, but I'll probably fuck your bitch
I ain't got a million choppers, but I'll still unload a clip
Bitch I'm the kid, who the fuck is you is?
I got the plan and I handle my biz
There's money out for everybody, you just gotta find it
You just gotta lock in, go get it, grind it
Stack a couple thousand then I flip it and rewind it
Cooked the books straight, IRS can't find it
Ten grand checks on investments, I just signed it
Need a hundred grand before the age of 22
Half way there, they don't wanna think it's true
Need a half a mil before the age of 23
Three years later, you could really come and see
I'm just spitting free game, you can listen if you want to
Or you can feel the pain when you can't do what you want to
And you can go insane with regret, that'll haunt you
Bitch bad she my hype man, wrist on froze that's ice man
White Brazi no spray tan, yeah
They think I'm suicidal, I would die for this shit
Got a couple homies who gon ride with a clip
She don't really know me, tryna slide with the clique
You know that you owe me, why you hiding like a bitch?
Waist swag so hypnotic, neck swag gone bionic
Catch my love platonic
Bitch I am a solider, rocky weed from Boulder
I just wanna get it all with fam on the shoulder
I just wanna stack it to the ceiling, getting colder
Hold up, hold up free throw
Game winner from deep though
Marg's parked at Home Depot
Hold up, hold up free throw
That's game winner from deep though
Popped up in the game like an itch
I ain't got a million dollars hoe, I still feel filthy rich
I ain't got a million followers, but I'll probably fuck your bitch
I ain't got a million choppers, but I'll still unload a clip, and I
Popped up in the game like an itch
I ain't got a million dollars hoe, I still feel filthy rich
I ain't got a million followers, but I'll probably fuck your bitch
I ain't got a million choppers, but I'll still unload a clip
G. J. Schaefer's song II is a boastful proclamation of the artist's arrival in the rap game. From the opening line, "Step up to this mic, like I got something to prove", the tone is set for an aggressive, assertive performance. Schaefer feels like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, which could be interpreted in a few ways - perhaps he feels like he is representing his hometown, or his generation, or even the entire rap game itself. Regardless, he is determined to prove himself, and invites the audience to join him, shouting "Bitch, throw your hands up, grab a drink raise your cup".
Schaefer then launches into a rapid-fire verse, full of internal rhymes and clever wordplay. He warns everyone in the room to keep their mouth shut, or they will be implicated in his crimes. He then brags about his skills as a rapper ("pedal to the metal, got my foot to the floor") and his success in making money ("cooked the books straight, IRS can't find it"). He sets ambitious goals for himself, wanting to make half a million dollars by the age of 23, and he is confident he can achieve them. Finally, he repeats the chorus, which is a sort of anthem for anyone who feels like an underdog in the game, who isn't rich or famous yet but still believes they can make it.
Line by Line Meaning
Step up to this mic, like I got something to prove
Approaching the microphone with confidence, as though I have something to demonstrate
Whole world on my shoulders like I got nothing to lose
Feeling the weight of the world's expectations, but not letting it hold me back
Bitch, throw your hands up, grab a drink raise your cup
Encouraging the audience to join in the celebration with enthusiasm and energy
Cause this is what I dreamed about my whole life, this one night
Realizing my lifelong dream of performing and basking in the moment
Okay everybody listen up
Directing everyone's attention to what I'm about to say
Before I go in, tell you what
Preempting what I'm about to say with a brief disclaimer
I'm about to murder shit, homicide and everybody in this bitch better keep their mouth shut
Promising to destroy the competition with lethal force, warning everyone to stay silent
Or every motherfucker's going down with me too
Threatening to take everyone down with me if I'm caught or accused
As a witness to a crime that you didn't even do
Forcing others to bear witness to a crime they had no part in, implicating them as well
What the fuck is up?
Asking what everyone's reaction is to my amazing performance and demeanor
Been killing shit, so don't fuck with us
Dominating the competition, warning others not to challenge me
One thing about me is I don't give up
Promising to never give up or relent, no matter what obstacles come my way
J.G. on the gas til my time is up
Pushing myself to the limit every minute, until my time in the limelight is over
Pedal to the metal, got my foot to the floor
Speeding through life with reckless abandon, never holding back
With a joint in my mouth, got you begging for more
Smoking a joint while performing, tantalizing the audience with my skill and style
Hopped out, hit my door, should be mad so I swore
Making a quick exit, still fuming with anger and swearing under my breath
But I laughed when I paused and looked up at the score
Taking a moment to reflect on my success so far, and feeling proud
So I'm good when I masturbate
Feeling satisfied and confident when alone, without anyone else around
But if you ask my dick he's probably half as great
Acknowledging that others may not share my high opinion of myself
If you ain't in it to win it, then why are you in it?
Questioning the motives of those who don't have the same drive and ambition as I do
Might need a few minutes before I go Dennis the Menace
Warning others that I may cause trouble or mischief, like the character Dennis the Menace
But my pen can replenish a sentence
Asserting my ability to write and create with ease, even when challenged
Just to spit in your face like a dental hygienist
Intending to disrespect and insult my opponents with my words, like a dentist's tools
I'm a teacher in the game and I'm checking attendance
Acting as a mentor and leader in the industry, watching over and guiding others
What a disgrace, it looks scarce since they heard of my presence
Noticing a lack of competition or viable opponents, since I arrived on the scene
Popped up in the game like an itch
Entering the industry suddenly and abrasively, like an irritating itch
I ain't got a million dollars hoe, I still feel filthy rich
Not having a huge fortune, but still feeling successful and content
I ain't got a million followers, but I'll probably fuck your bitch
Not being a social media celebrity, but still being able to impress and seduce others
I ain't got a million choppers, but I'll still unload a clip
Not having an armory of weapons, but still being able to take out my opponents
Bitch I'm the kid, who the fuck is you is?
Asserting my superiority and status, while questioning others who try to challenge me
I got the plan and I handle my biz
Having a clear strategy and executing it flawlessly, taking care of my business
There's money out for everybody, you just gotta find it
Believing that opportunities for wealth and success are available to all, if they just look for them
You just gotta lock in, go get it, grind it
Urge others to focus and work hard to achieve their goals
Stack a couple thousand then I flip it and rewind it
Accumulating money, then investing it wisely and starting the process again
Cooked the books straight, IRS can't find it
Keeping my financial records in order and fooling the government, avoiding trouble with the IRS
Ten grand checks on investments, I just signed it
Signing large checks for my successful business deals and investments
Need a hundred grand before the age of 22
Setting ambitious financial goals for myself at a young age
Half way there, they don't wanna think it's true
Realizing that others doubt my ability to achieve my goals, but feeling confident in myself
Need a half a mil before the age of 23
Raising the bar for myself, with even more lofty financial goals
Three years later, you could really come and see
Promising to show the world my success, achieved in just a few short years
I'm just spitting free game, you can listen if you want to
Sharing my wisdom and advice for anyone who wants to hear it, without charge
Or you can feel the pain when you can't do what you want to
Warning that those who don't listen will suffer the consequences of their actions
And you can go insane with regret, that'll haunt you
Reminding others that their inaction and regret will haunt them forever
Bitch bad she my hype man, wrist on froze that's ice man
Referring to my attractive female companion as my hype man, displaying my wrist jewelry
White Brazi no spray tan, yeah
Repping my ethnicity and skin tone without relying on fake tanning products
They think I'm suicidal, I would die for this shit
Being willing to give my all and make sacrifices for my career, even if others think it's self-destructive
Got a couple homies who gon ride with a clip
Having loyal friends who will support and defend me, no matter what
She don't really know me, tryna slide with the clique
Attracting women who are interested in my fame and status, rather than my true self
You know that you owe me, why you hiding like a bitch?
Calling out someone who owes me something, but is avoiding me like a coward
Waist swag so hypnotic, neck swag gone bionic
Displaying my exceptional fashion sense and style, with hypnotic movement and futuristic jewelry
Catch my love platonic
Clarifying that my affection for others is purely platonic, rather than romantic
Bitch I am a solider, rocky weed from Boulder
Viewing myself as a tough and resilient warrior, hailing from Boulder, Colorado where marijuana is legal
I just wanna get it all with fam on the shoulder
Dreaming of achieving everything I've ever wanted, while carrying my family on my back for support
I just wanna stack it to the ceiling, getting colder
Aspiring to accumulate wealth to the point of reaching the ceiling, and feeling increasingly detached from emotions
Hold up, hold up free throw
Intentionally stalling for time, like a player preparing to shoot a free throw
Game winner from deep though
Predicting a triumphant victory, even from far away or impossible odds
Marg's parked at Home Depot
Jokingly referring to a margarita, as though it's parked at a hardware store
Popped up in the game like an itch
Repeating the earlier phrase, reinforcing my arrival and success in the industry
I ain't got a million dollars hoe, I still feel filthy rich
Repeating the earlier phrase, emphasizing my contentment and success regardless of fortune
I ain't got a million followers, but I'll probably fuck your bitch
Repeating the earlier phrase, asserting my ability to attract and seduce women despite not being a social media celebrity
I ain't got a million choppers, but I'll still unload a clip
Repeating the earlier phrase, reiterating my skill and confidence in defeating my opponents
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Jared Graf, Scottie Hall
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Tina Gallagher
As a Paramedic, I've looked into the eyes of killers, rapists and other monsters. I used the phrase, "nothing human looking back." It's all too true. There is nothing human in them.
Korey
Maybe just maybe nobody cares
Benjamin Fenn
Man, dude playing Schaefer played his part to the hilt. It's like he can't help but put 100% of his true power into every scene
Mara Marx x
Yes, these performances make these actors deserve being remembered, should appear on credits. Sp. If the thumbnail gets a view
Ivan Kuhn
Creepy as f-ck. Kind of reminds me of Alec Baldwin.🤣💥
Mara Marx x
@Ivan Kuhn Hahaha! But that portrayal keeps to the mind. It was a sublime performance, as Alec's crying
Taz Cahoon
Well how long is each scene? Probably short? So he’s probably like I got a small window to show people my skills and what I got
Tia Haruka Trotta
I love when they do these reenactments, and even more when the actors are lookalikes! And this guy really gave his all
Anna Zikopoulos
It’s so scary to know that people like him actually exist in this world.
Samuel
Starman huh