Greco (NYC) - GENEVA Lyrics

"How could you ever be proud of yourself?"
"I've never been prouder."

Rolling too deep, with a pack full of muds
I got cross-eyed faded, hit her back with a buzz
Thats a 2 time grammy, when I'm under-feeling love
In a Memphis sample, chop it up, it a cut

Cuttin' mob ties, god five, separate the blood
Red veins bleed blue, does that make me 'merica?
Cause the white bleed blue, now my soul indigo, pack the-
Purple in da pipe, now we smokin' da indica

40oz, Johnny Dang, rolling with da contraband
Gucci umbrella, for when her tears getting out her face
Human race, the only race, where you can get a f*cking stake
And stab my heart, hope insurance can cover the blood stains

Depths of this pit, just making me laugh
Got 40 psycho exes covering 'merican maps
I'ma love when they discover the merit of facts
Memories linger like you a ghost in the past

Only one time for the dead to be dead
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red
Skin my corpse, no ev' for the feds
Skin my corpse, no ev' for the feds
(2x)

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Her teeth got diamonds, mine's got chips
'fore they past that rolling blitz
I'ma need my holy bitch
This might be my only stitch
Eyes cut wide, I see no depth
40 acres, still no steps
Lucifer, I need my rep
On my walls, the blood stain red-

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As hollow as tree's do, might see what the keef do
I'm labeled as crazy, point fingers at you too
I ain't concerned at the plot at what she do-
Tears full of cheating, does she know that we knew?

I might go wax on the pen, off Miyagi
I am too high to accept your apology
Eyes getting glassy, I know you ain't sorry
Dead-beat bitch, I ain't pray to a phoney-

Only one time for the dead to be dead
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
(2x)

Graveyard shift workin' 9 to a 5
I don't need percocet's, cause the weed do fine
Perci' to perci-seconds, I feel a major high
I've been running too long, now my spirit don't fly

I see no future, casino my mutual
Fearing the cure and I, drink at my funeral
Holes in they head while they eatin' their cereal
The cross upside down, cause the feeling is mutual

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Her teeth got diamonds, mine's got chips
'fore they past that rolling blitz
I'ma need my holy bitch
This might be my only stitch
Eyes cut wide, I see no depth
40 acres, still no steps
Lucifer, I need my rep
On my walls, the blood stain red...

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Only one time for the dead to be dead
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
(2x)