Nikko Lafre

Nikko Lafre - Geechi's Story: Explosions lyrics

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(Hook: Ellie Goulding)

You trembled like you'd seen a ghost

And I gave in

'I lack the things you need the most' you said

You said where have you been

(Verse)

Man, I'm still on the block with a shit cop

So if a nigga pop shit, he get his shit popped

I got a couple OZ's and a zip lock

And I'mma jugg till my dad got a thick knot

I'm tryna spend a couple banz on a wrist watch

You know that presidential rollie don't tick tock

Been in this bench so many times, I coulda been coach

So I keep watch, see 'em coppin' on my kick box

Nigga, I just got a whole thang, gonna blow

Tilt it for the max but I get it for the low

I'm runnin' thru Miami and the Chevy on the folds

Headin' out to lil Haiti, bout to meet up with a zo'

Cause he drugged full o' dro when I need a QP

I'm bout to make a flip for at least 2G

And I been away for at least two weeks

Like I'm trying to buy a Benz with a brand new lease

Goddamn it I started in the slums now I'm livin' on the beach

Bought a choppa with a drum 'cause I still be in them streets

Ain't anotha boy get love from the freaks

Cause we all got a thang for a nigga with a shack

I put a bitch on a strippa, make her act right

Cause a really young P get the facts right

Nigga no fun

(Hook: Ellie Goulding)

You trembled like you'd seen a ghost

And I gave in

'I lack the things you need the most' you said

You said where have you been

You wasted all that sweetness to run and hide

I wonder why

I remind you of the days you poured your heart into

But you never tried

(Verse)

Now the pig gettin' richer, that's by any means

From the rags to the riches, ain't no-one between

Gettin' cream on the FEDS, wanna intervene

And how I'm livin' got me feelin' like I'm in a dream

Cause I neva had shit, but no hope

I was broke so I had to push a lil dope

I wanted more, so I had to push a lil coke

But true story, I'm speaking on the real, no me

I was born with the good die young

You know it's no love when the kids got guns

I would give a fuck but I ain't got none

So it's blush to the face like I ain't got lungs

Man, the gun makes you thrust when I'm runnin' outta place

Got a traphouse with the k-s in the basement

With a mask I can run up in a nigga shit

Tell 'em gimme young bricks so I put 'em on the pipe

Cause I wanna live the life that they told me that I couldn't

So I'm doin' all this shit momma told me that I shouldn't

Lord forgive me, I'm a sinner, but I wanna be a winner

Gettin' with the white folks and juggin'

(Hook: Ellie Goulding)

You trembled like you'd seen a ghost

And I gave in

'I lack the things you need the most' you said

You said where have you been

You wasted all that sweetness to run and hide

I wonder why

I remind you of the days you poured your heart into

But you never tried

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