Gregory Nichols - Los Angeles

{Verse: Luso The Artist}

Black don’t crack, but it hurts sometimes
Dick so good, make a atheist say “oh my God”
My goons will shoot you in your pancreas
Then aim to split your brain to bits
& bitch, that’s on my mom
These thots stay mad. they say i came too quick
But i just came to hit, the brain was lit, she on my cock

Top of the day, (Uh)
Wait, i’m stopping the race
I stomp on the pavement. block all the hatred
Rocking with David. he on the same shit
That dungeon life be pungent like a
Knife & guns, but we don’t run from
Fights. we knock the giant on his
Buns & “bike.” i’m numb inside. i’m sick, ill
Cough up music like mucus, so
Don’t be stupid, be ruthless, please don’t confuse it with useless, we

Out here in the slumps
Run up on us, you get dumped
Baby Greg, he got the pump
Lil chitaní got the purp
Better duck, duck, or ya get goose
Imma lion; watch me roar
Shoot a duck duck, think i might lose
Move faster, or you’ll get scarred

With Baby Gregory, there is no better between all the
Letters you’ll ever be coming up with, we so
Heavenly. i got the melody, he got the
Bars. i got the recipe, he got the
Scars. ledisi fever inside me so
Evidently in the inner cerebral, fighting
Against hennessy. inner demons in my
Head, you see, dead to me. demons they Dead to me

Whoa. i’m spitting faster & you niggas
Slow. i ain’t no actor, but i’m on a
Role. i don’t play soccer, but i hit the
Goals. i ain’t a boxer, my foot on ya
Throat. look from afar, i’m coming in
Soon. gimme the car, gimme the
Loot. bitch i’m a star, i’m on the
Moon. tap into scars & leave with a wound