Gregory Nichols - Poof.
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{verse 1: gregory nichols}
Baby greg is the one you heard bout
Most likely one you’ve turned down
To be, very surprised with all these songs i’ve been able to put out
Man my lyrics be put out, devout
No written hyperbole
To open my eyes and see, fickle as destiny, now sorry i shamed you’ g
Simpletons with simple lenses
Dabble with complexity
Like minions, do miracle millions
We talking bout bitterness, that gibberish shit
Deliberate vigorous shit, empirical lyrical shit, that diabolical-like pimpinous shit, madvillainy shift
Homeboy, riddle me this
When the unconfident meets grit
Now who do you get?
If i could tell you where the hell my intuition is?
My fuckin institution is casey projects, trevecca gone watch my 6
Chop it up, like your fear of living this life just ain’t no thang
I be rapping and singing my thang-a-lang all for some stranger thangs
Could’ve been dropping my shlang-a-lang had i never got picked as boatswain
And i put that shit on ‘bout everything, y’all probably should go and just check it out
I’m plugging the game, like cocaine
I was up in that play just talking about
“we split, we split”
Damn, my niggas i think you shit, you shit
Gotta get up on off your ass if you even get that far
My shit so far from sub par that my dreams may need improving
Baby greg is the one out in front, been baking my bread, but i didn’t proove it
Living inhibited, toothless
Giving it easy, like i own ruthless
Funny, she came back to my front porch, goddamn, "what is we stupid?"
Singing my song like symphonies
Homeboy wanna take the lead
But can’t take a fifth of me
Anybody with feet to their fire ever have an epiphany, like," poof!"
{chorus: gregory nichols}
Even after y’all gone, and moved on
I won’t feel so alone, cause of song
Even after i’m long, dead and gone
Would you still sing along, to my song?
{verse 2: gregory nichols}
Double the fame and champagne, i would buy for my niggas
Even if i wouldn’t survive, i’d go live and i’d ride for my niggas
No matter situation we facin i’d still always abide by my niggas
No contemplation or hesitation i’d never try to jive on my niggas
It’s just the harsh truth of the situation all i have in life is my niggas
And if i could be born again i pray to god that i would re-arrive with my niggas
With blood in my body i swear to god i would touch the sky for my niggas
And i pray to god that i never have to prove it but i know in my heart i would die for my niggas
See devonte’, my homie, the ride or die of my niggas
Prolly happy, without me, and that’s truth my nigga
And then there’s cb, beatypete g, he the spine of my niggas
I’m sorry for being a frown, a sad clown apologizing my nigga
And destiny, to correctly, apologize to you nigga
I must confess how bad i feel to ever had just hurt you my nigga
Too emotional and paranoid, i am a threat to my niggas
If i hadn’t have made this album i probably would’ve been done hung myself nigga
And michael, you got a nice soul, but i’m a shark in this nigga
And ion trust none, cause i ain’t fun, and i'm a bum to you nigga
They ready to leave me, and tease me
Cause imma joke to you niggas
See you in west wing, when i’m resting
Cause i’m dead to these niggas
Follow me, i’m finna undress stress
Cause i’m probably, my nigga
Finna die by suicide, and i know that most of y’all wouldn’t sweat it my nigga
See when greg is dead, you better not say you cared my nigga
Because my mom and sister is gonna be needing your prayers my nigga
So, why should i even go hard and just ride for you niggas?
Hypothesize, verbalize, and even then, just die for you niggas?
And why’s the first thing that’s always on my mind is you niggas?
And what’s the point of even wanting to even just spend this time with you niggas?
If love is real, then i guess i really just don’t feel it my nigga
Ready to speak my piece 6 feet deep cause i’m tired my nigga
And ain’t nobody out here fully equipped to even just hold me my nigga
Now watch a nigga that i make music with try to come and take my baby after i pull the trigger like bitch, i’m gone
{hook: gregory nichols}
Even after y’all gone, and moved on
I won’t feel so alone, cause of song
Even after i’m long, dead and gone
Would you still sing along, to my song?
{outro: various}
(phone voicemails)
{verse 1: gregory nichols}
Baby greg is the one you heard bout
Most likely one you’ve turned down
To be, very surprised with all these songs i’ve been able to put out
Man my lyrics be put out, devout
No written hyperbole
To open my eyes and see, fickle as destiny, now sorry i shamed you’ g
Simpletons with simple lenses
Dabble with complexity
Like minions, do miracle millions
We talking bout bitterness, that gibberish shit
Deliberate vigorous shit, empirical lyrical shit, that diabolical-like pimpinous shit, madvillainy shift
Homeboy, riddle me this
When the unconfident meets grit
Now who do you get?
If i could tell you where the hell my intuition is?
My fuckin institution is casey projects, trevecca gone watch my 6
Chop it up, like your fear of living this life just ain’t no thang
I be rapping and singing my thang-a-lang all for some stranger thangs
Could’ve been dropping my shlang-a-lang had i never got picked as boatswain
And i put that shit on ‘bout everything, y’all probably should go and just check it out
I’m plugging the game, like cocaine
I was up in that play just talking about
“we split, we split”
Damn, my niggas i think you shit, you shit
Gotta get up on off your ass if you even get that far
My shit so far from sub par that my dreams may need improving
Baby greg is the one out in front, been baking my bread, but i didn’t proove it
Living inhibited, toothless
Giving it easy, like i own ruthless
Funny, she came back to my front porch, goddamn, "what is we stupid?"
Singing my song like symphonies
Homeboy wanna take the lead
But can’t take a fifth of me
Anybody with feet to their fire ever have an epiphany, like," poof!"
{chorus: gregory nichols}
Even after y’all gone, and moved on
I won’t feel so alone, cause of song
Even after i’m long, dead and gone
Would you still sing along, to my song?
{verse 2: gregory nichols}
Double the fame and champagne, i would buy for my niggas
Even if i wouldn’t survive, i’d go live and i’d ride for my niggas
No matter situation we facin i’d still always abide by my niggas
No contemplation or hesitation i’d never try to jive on my niggas
It’s just the harsh truth of the situation all i have in life is my niggas
And if i could be born again i pray to god that i would re-arrive with my niggas
With blood in my body i swear to god i would touch the sky for my niggas
And i pray to god that i never have to prove it but i know in my heart i would die for my niggas
See devonte’, my homie, the ride or die of my niggas
Prolly happy, without me, and that’s truth my nigga
And then there’s cb, beatypete g, he the spine of my niggas
I’m sorry for being a frown, a sad clown apologizing my nigga
And destiny, to correctly, apologize to you nigga
I must confess how bad i feel to ever had just hurt you my nigga
Too emotional and paranoid, i am a threat to my niggas
If i hadn’t have made this album i probably would’ve been done hung myself nigga
And michael, you got a nice soul, but i’m a shark in this nigga
And ion trust none, cause i ain’t fun, and i'm a bum to you nigga
They ready to leave me, and tease me
Cause imma joke to you niggas
See you in west wing, when i’m resting
Cause i’m dead to these niggas
Follow me, i’m finna undress stress
Cause i’m probably, my nigga
Finna die by suicide, and i know that most of y’all wouldn’t sweat it my nigga
See when greg is dead, you better not say you cared my nigga
Because my mom and sister is gonna be needing your prayers my nigga
So, why should i even go hard and just ride for you niggas?
Hypothesize, verbalize, and even then, just die for you niggas?
And why’s the first thing that’s always on my mind is you niggas?
And what’s the point of even wanting to even just spend this time with you niggas?
If love is real, then i guess i really just don’t feel it my nigga
Ready to speak my piece 6 feet deep cause i’m tired my nigga
And ain’t nobody out here fully equipped to even just hold me my nigga
Now watch a nigga that i make music with try to come and take my baby after i pull the trigger like bitch, i’m gone
{hook: gregory nichols}
Even after y’all gone, and moved on
I won’t feel so alone, cause of song
Even after i’m long, dead and gone
Would you still sing along, to my song?
{outro: various}
(phone voicemails)
