Geekr
Seen a geeker clean da block
He was trippin off da rice
We was sneakin we was geek
But the fumes I can't hide
I could fuck the bitch myself
Why tf I need a team
Ran up check up by myself
Long before it was a "we"
Real love real money
Swea dats all a nigga need
Madd City Good Kid
Feel like Kendrick of the East
If it's you or me
Corleone gotta eat
Even tho she chose me
I'll send her back once I squeeze
Really rather smoke
the drank a want not a need
Only here for wat I got
Niggas beneficial fiends
Thought he was the man
But he really Chris Hanson
Walked up in club standin still
Diamonds dancin
Kno dat boi a geeker
Wantin more den the green
Movin sideways
Checker pieces in da street
Nigga step to me
Last resort is up my sleeve
Buju sama shotta
But I keep dat shit discreet
It's like all you see the smile
But the smile contain the beast
Smokin w/ ya ho
Indo brought her to her knees
& nothin comin free
She obliged to do the deed
Life done tried to box me
Boi I'm livin like I'm creed
Really came from nothin
Boy I grew up on da brick
Eastside made a real one
I was never counterfeit
Came w/ all the sauce n niggas
Tryna catch the drip
Hella geekrs on da boat
Damn you bound to sink da ship
Used to trip on certain shit
But dawg it is wat it is
Thuggin til I'm out da mud
I get it how I live
In da game they did me dirt
Damn I still grew from dat shit
Niggas should've hit da track
Cus they love to run they lips
He was trippin off da rice
We was sneakin we was geek
But the fumes I can't hide
I could fuck the bitch myself
Why tf I need a team
Ran up check up by myself
Long before it was a "we"
Real love real money
Swea dats all a nigga need
Madd City Good Kid
Feel like Kendrick of the East
If it's you or me
Corleone gotta eat
Even tho she chose me
I'll send her back once I squeeze
Really rather smoke
the drank a want not a need
Only here for wat I got
Niggas beneficial fiends
Thought he was the man
But he really Chris Hanson
Walked up in club standin still
Diamonds dancin
Kno dat boi a geeker
Wantin more den the green
Movin sideways
Checker pieces in da street
Nigga step to me
Last resort is up my sleeve
Buju sama shotta
But I keep dat shit discreet
It's like all you see the smile
But the smile contain the beast
Smokin w/ ya ho
Indo brought her to her knees
& nothin comin free
She obliged to do the deed
Life done tried to box me
Boi I'm livin like I'm creed
Really came from nothin
Boy I grew up on da brick
Eastside made a real one
I was never counterfeit
Came w/ all the sauce n niggas
Tryna catch the drip
Hella geekrs on da boat
Damn you bound to sink da ship
Used to trip on certain shit
But dawg it is wat it is
Thuggin til I'm out da mud
I get it how I live
In da game they did me dirt
Damn I still grew from dat shit
Niggas should've hit da track
Cus they love to run they lips
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Writer(s): Brandon Taylor
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