Juice Davis - 2Geek'd Lyrics

Can you keep up, no you can't
Can you keep up, no you can't
Follow the leader, you know that's me, yeah
You know that's me, I'm too geeked
Catch me in that four speed, wanna race, point 'em out
Niggas bleed how I bleed, wanna fight, point 'em out
Yo bitch wanted to leave, came to me, I turned her
Out, I can point her, out, yeah, I'm too geeked
High off drugs & life, almost died twice
Don't care if you gay, bitch, I done turned out dykes
I ball like Calvin Cambridge, I don't go on strikes
You don't speak my language, if you believe the hype
Take it personal, had to realize you a joke
Poker face, not merciful, I don't want one, I want 'em both
I'm a goat, not scapegoat, crack the code, pistachio
You pillow talking with these hoes, we know who is in control
Can you keep up, no you can't
Can you keep up, no you can't
Follow the leader, you know that's me, yeah
You know that's me, I'm too geeked
Catch me in that four speed, wanna race, point 'em out
Niggas bleed how I bleed, wanna fight, point 'em out
Yo bitch wanted to leave, came to me, I turned her
Out, I can point her, out, yeah, I'm too geeked
In the streets having beef, now they roadkill
Move in silence or get your ear taken like Holyfield
Got the name Juice, I was really in the field
Me & yo bitch knocking boots, we in the derby for real
I been tryna get by, make peace, & survive
Drugs dealers in my hood, upstairs, cooking pies
Niggas in the night time, raising hell, I'm sleeping deprived
I can't let shit slide, my pride certified
Can you keep up, no you can't
Can you keep up, no you can't
Follow the leader, you know that's me, yeah
You know that's me, I'm too geeked
Catch me in that four speed, wanna race, point 'em out
Niggas bleed how I bleed, wanna fight, point 'em out
Yo bitch wanted to leave, came to me, I turned her
Out, I can point her, out, yeah, I'm too geeked
Virginia not for lovers, Virginia is for haters
Everybody pocket watching, everybody wish they famous
If they see you getting paper, they will cut your circulation
I thank God I'm creative, cause most of these niggas basic
I love stretch marks & my hundreds strip blue
I maneuver by myself, cause the world so cruel
I was born uptown, John Rolfe, bad news
At George P. Phenix we were fighting after school
Can you keep up, no you can't
Can you keep up, no you can't
Follow the leader, you know that's me, yeah
You know that's me, I'm too geeked
Catch me in that four speed, wanna race, point 'em out
Niggas bleed how I bleed, wanna fight, point 'em out
Yo bitch wanted to leave, came to me, I turned her
Out, I can point her out, yeah, I'm too geeked
Uh huh