P Doc - Geeked Lyrics

Shorty can't get off the white
I can't get off this paper train I guess we kinda like
This as easy as riding bikes
I just pick a pack up then package it then we cruise the night
Trying to get my f*ckin' paper right, right
Listen I don't like
Rappers all up in my dm's trying to bite
Little pieces of my notoriety off like I don't write
What I live, funny I was at the same crib you was at when we was kids
Now my cheques is comin' big
Too big to fold over so we rubber band the stack
Put it in the duffel bag next to the pack
You know where we at
Seven oh five I got that biker hash
Hit you with the lightning staff
Shock you till you line go flat
Got The Doors full blast in the studio trying to find this grove to this beat I got from Kaydel
Either you is down to ride or you get left behind
I done cut so many mother f*ckers off in my time
Don't be thinkin' you is different you is not the slime
Never outta time movin' on my own agenda
Eyes lookin' like I took a flight from Peff to Shanghai
This just how I ride
Cup of somethin' nasty blowin' by, yeah
How I live
How I live
How I live
Chillin
How I live
How I live
How I live
Geeked out in the dojo
How I live
How I live
Geeked out in the dojo playing Skate 3 rolling spliffs, yeah, yeah
How I live
How I live, yeah
How I live
How I live
Geeked out in the dojo playing Skate 3 rolling spliffs, yeah, yeah
You already know what it is, yeah
You already