Biography:
Success doesn't come easily for anybody. Since day one, persistence has been the name of the game for Bay Area rapper Sage The Gemini.
When he made the decision to rap, nobody would help him. He’d bring rhymes to his peers for beats, and no one jumped at the chance to collaborate. So, he went even harder and he did everything himself. By the age of 14, he had taught himself how to create beats, produce, and even mix and master. He’d become a wholly self-sufficient artist before tenth grade.
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[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Em
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Em G F#m
I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
Em G F#m
Hit my whip, make yo nigga be like, "One day", ayy
Em G F#m
You turn me down, now it's too late
Em G F#m
All these diamonds got my exes saying, "Touché"
Em G F#m
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you the opposite
Em G F#m
You was hating when a nigga became opulent
Em G F#m
Woah, on the freeway flying
Em G F#m
I'm fresh to death, but I don't plan on dying
Em G F#m
Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don't do punts
Em G F#m
Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts
Em G F#m
Young nigga front a flex me and all my flaws
Em G F#m
I used to live in , me and all my dogs
Em G F#m
It wasn't one, so I made a way
Em G F#m
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Em G F#m
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and
Em G F#m
Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808
[Verse 2: Lil Yase]
Em G F#m
Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn
Em G F#m
Young nigga, pull up in a red Lamb
Em G F#m
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram
Em G F#m
Nigga in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams
Em G F#m
I don't want your weed, nigga, you be smoking
Em G F#m
Next week, nigga, catch me at the Summer Jam
Em G F#m
Kick her in her ass,
Em G F#m
Getting my respect like I'm the motherfucking grands
Em G F#m
sorry 'bout the pause
Em G F#m
I'ma do a nigga like
Em G F#m
saying fuck the law
Em G F#m
I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all
Em G F#m
or please don't even call
Em G F#m
see me, then they fall
Em G F#m
Niggas in my DM,
Em G F#m
They be in my shows, I don't see 'em like I'm Charles
Em G F#m
I'ma run it up, let that nigga
Em G F#m
I don't know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Em
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Em G F#m
I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
Em G F#m
Hit my whip, make yo nigga be like, "One day", ayy
Em G F#m
You turn me down, now it's too late
Em G F#m
All these diamonds got my exes saying, "Touché"
Em G F#m
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you the opposite
Em G F#m
You was hating when a nigga became opulent
Em G F#m
Woah, on the freeway flying
Em G F#m
I'm fresh to death, but I don't plan on dying
Em G F#m
Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don't do punts
Em G F#m
Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts
Em G F#m
Young nigga front a flex me and all my flaws
Em G F#m
I used to live in , me and all my dogs
Em G F#m
It wasn't one, so I made a way
Em G F#m
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Em G F#m
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and
Em G F#m
Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808
[Verse 2: Lil Yase]
Em G F#m
Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn
Em G F#m
Young nigga, pull up in a red Lamb
Em G F#m
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram
Em G F#m
Nigga in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams
Em G F#m
I don't want your weed, nigga, you be smoking
Em G F#m
Next week, nigga, catch me at the Summer Jam
Em G F#m
Kick her in her ass,
Em G F#m
Getting my respect like I'm the motherfucking grands
Em G F#m
sorry 'bout the pause
Em G F#m
I'ma do a nigga like
Em G F#m
saying fuck the law
Em G F#m
I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all
Em G F#m
or please don't even call
Em G F#m
see me, then they fall
Em G F#m
Niggas in my DM,
Em G F#m
They be in my shows, I don't see 'em like I'm Charles
Em G F#m
I'ma run it up, let that nigga
Em G F#m
I don't know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers
Em
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Em G F#m
I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
Em G F#m
Hit my whip, make yo nigga be like, "One day", ayy
Em G F#m
You turn me down, now it's too late
Em G F#m
All these diamonds got my exes saying, "Touché"
Em G F#m
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you the opposite
Em G F#m
You was hating when a nigga became opulent
Em G F#m
Woah, on the freeway flying
Em G F#m
I'm fresh to death, but I don't plan on dying
Em G F#m
Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don't do punts
Em G F#m
Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts
Em G F#m
Young nigga front a flex me and all my flaws
Em G F#m
I used to live in , me and all my dogs
Em G F#m
It wasn't one, so I made a way
Em G F#m
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Em G F#m
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and
Em G F#m
Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808
[Verse 2: Lil Yase]
Em G F#m
Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn
Em G F#m
Young nigga, pull up in a red Lamb
Em G F#m
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram
Em G F#m
Nigga in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams
Em G F#m
I don't want your weed, nigga, you be smoking
Em G F#m
Next week, nigga, catch me at the Summer Jam
Em G F#m
Kick her in her ass,
Em G F#m
Getting my respect like I'm the motherfucking grands
Em G F#m
sorry 'bout the pause
Em G F#m
I'ma do a nigga like
Em G F#m
saying fuck the law
Em G F#m
I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all
Em G F#m
or please don't even call
Em G F#m
see me, then they fall
Em G F#m
Niggas in my DM,
Em G F#m
They be in my shows, I don't see 'em like I'm Charles
Em G F#m
I'ma run it up, let that nigga
Em G F#m
I don't know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Em
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Em G F#m
I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
Em G F#m
Hit my whip, make yo nigga be like, "One day", ayy
Em G F#m
You turn me down, now it's too late
Em G F#m
All these diamonds got my exes saying, "Touché"
Em G F#m
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you the opposite
Em G F#m
You was hating when a nigga became opulent
Em G F#m
Woah, on the freeway flying
Em G F#m
I'm fresh to death, but I don't plan on dying
Em G F#m
Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don't do punts
Em G F#m
Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts
Em G F#m
Young nigga front a flex me and all my flaws
Em G F#m
I used to live in , me and all my dogs
Em G F#m
It wasn't one, so I made a way
Em G F#m
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Em G F#m
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and
Em G F#m
Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808
[Verse 2: Lil Yase]
Em G F#m
Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn
Em G F#m
Young nigga, pull up in a red Lamb
Em G F#m
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram
Em G F#m
Nigga in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams
Em G F#m
I don't want your weed, nigga, you be smoking
Em G F#m
Next week, nigga, catch me at the Summer Jam
Em G F#m
Kick her in her ass,
Em G F#m
Getting my respect like I'm the motherfucking grands
Em G F#m
sorry 'bout the pause
Em G F#m
I'ma do a nigga like
Em G F#m
saying fuck the law
Em G F#m
I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all
Em G F#m
or please don't even call
Em G F#m
see me, then they fall
Em G F#m
Niggas in my DM,
Em G F#m
They be in my shows, I don't see 'em like I'm Charles
Em G F#m
I'ma run it up, let that nigga
Em G F#m
I don't know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers
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