Freddie Gibbs - Alfredo Album Lyrics

My bro said "Don't say that"
I said "F*ck that, I'm gon' be gettin' a wooping anyway
Don't make no goddamn difference"
F*ck that, I'm not one to find shit
What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, f*ck"
(Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherf*cker
Take the garbage out
Yeah yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level nigga what
Yeah, yeah
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Yeah, check check
Yeah, mic check check
Yeah, nigga, check check
Yeah, bitch, check check
Yeah, yeah

Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (yeah)
Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver
Shit'll serve the same purpose (bang, bang)
Keep them beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with the cocaine circus
Put them F and Xs on your clowned ass
Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And f*ck his bitches with my out of town ass
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi
Drop the check on the bitch man
These niggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis
Bitch, I f*ck up your face with a razor
How I make sure your motherf*ckin' family can't view your body
Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in his shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)
Joe Pesci, pushin' product
You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic
On the run like Assata, so f*ck the police
As a nigga be chillin' in La Habana (up in La Habana)
Police caught him with a whole thang
Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'
Gangland, made a lane in it
If my name in it, it's a gang murder
All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault
I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them car antennas off
Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder
1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep, I got the game hurtin'

Bitch, yeah yeah
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep, I got the game hurtin'
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, check check
Check check
Mic check check
Check check
Niggas need a check, check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I'll wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah

Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Yeah, Bunny Rabbit insane, you dig what I'm sayin'?
Uh, Big Finball, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
It's here (uh)
Yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah
Kane train, baby
(One, two, new flow, check it out)

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Sippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

I didn't wanna speak on this shit but it really been rackin' my brain now (yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I f*ck with this rap but my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherf*ckin' case now (yeah)
A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in this shit
Big Finball in this bitch
'Cause with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of shit
Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the dope down

For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Gangland shit
F*ck around, get gangland hit
I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique
Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch?
Where the watch and the chain at, bitch?
Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch
I was f*ckin' in the A, for like four days straight
But a nigga never claim that bitch
I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof
F*ck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through
I be f*ckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
Man, this shit get political
Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle
Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue
Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
Man, this shit get political

Rock it up then blade that shit
Dog food nigga slang that shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
Nigga might get gangland hit
East side sang that shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
F*ck nigga

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Yo
Yo, I would like to say, you know?
My man Kane smoked him, you know?
But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody
Don't use somebody else for shit

Pissed off you know
This is, like, exclusive
Yeah
Kane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah

Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Yup, your execution will be televised
Don't cross me like Isaiah, that shit be ill-advised (woo)
Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified
Castratin' niggas in they feelings on IG (uh)
Will never let this industry demasculinize me (nah)
I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me
Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn
He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir?
I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir
Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir
I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer"
We were bustin' at police before Queen and Slim, that's on FN
Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind
Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them
Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them bitches in
The revolution is the genocide
Yeah, my execution might be televised
Cross niggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a f*ck
Hook shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks
Sick with the ack, me and Jack, pourin' three liters up
It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' us
Caught up in the moment, most niggas foldin' or freezin' up
Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up
Yeah, the revolution is this genocide
Made a sex tape with your bitch, that pussy televised
Thug nigga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams
F*ckin' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam
Shit was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team
Ex won't take me back, without me, the bitch wouldn't have got a ring
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Tell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, nigga
Kane

305 in my yayo
Subject to let a bitch snort a line off the dashboard of my '75
Caprice, that is
Yo (M-M-Maybach Music)

You need a dictionary when you write your raps (uh)
Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (what?)
I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bass
But they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cash
I got the dollars, motherf*ck a nigga's credit score (boss)
Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope)
My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho
Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (lord)
Bitches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul
All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (haha)
I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (yes)
I f*ck bitches in my ride, I never bring 'em home
She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off
He wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (bang)
Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give 'em Clark Kent
Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits
Exhale weed, ship it from the West (West)
My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (yes)
Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best (lord)
I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me next
Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)

Audemars and Cartiers
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah

I'm the kind of man that recognize talent
And when I find it, I put it to work

Came through in a clean SS
Bucket seats with the beam on the TEC
Got a thing, Wu-Tang, protect your neck, bitch
Hahaha, ha, take a look at me, bitch, yeah
Take a look at me, ho
Came through in a Benz S6
Drippin' water, neck and wrist reckless
Ho was trippin', that was one less bitch, ho
Yeah, hahaha, take a look at me, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Take a look at me, ho)

Look at me, motherf*cker, look at me (yeah)
And my bitch got her tax check back
She gon' put a real nigga back on his feet (yeah)
Used to ride in the clean A3
With the wood and the Louis Vs on my seat (yeah)
Motherf*ck what you heard, when I ride in the dirt
Make a ho clean off her feet (yeah)
Tell a bitch, "What you looking at?"
Soda with the cocaine, now I'm cookin' that
If that shit ain't locked up then we took it back
Niggas stretch it and press it, we pushin' that
When I stop selling crack, I ain't lookin' back
Yeah, bitch, I ain't lookin' back
Yeah, damn

Came through in a new Porsche speed
Too much coke'll make a bitch nose bleed
To the floor seats from the nosebleeds, bitch, yeah
Take a look at me bitch, yeah
Take a look at me, ho, ha
Came through in a new Porsche speed
Too much coke'll make a bitch nose bleed
To the floor seats from the nosebleeds, bitch, yeah
Take a look at me bitch, yeah
Take a look at me, ho

(Yeah)
(Look at me, motherf*ckers, look at me, yeah)
(Look at me, motherf*ckers, look at me, yeah)
You luck you got away with just a scratch, sucker
What you got the other night was just the smoke
The fire is yet to come
Got to run him out of the neighborhood
What you'll get is nothing but a whole lot of trouble
You better be careful when you talk about shedding blood in this community

Might just spill over on you
Nigga, my name is cocaine
Yeah, uh, uh

You niggas snitchin' gettin' time shaved
Sold the book on my boost mobile, I boost the crime rate
Tellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind games
And bitches after your last dollar, they take your last name
I'm married to this shit, I jumped off the porch then I jumped the room
Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' shit like like the Romper Room
Catch your Uber or lyzift, I sent the rezith
The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the fizith
Been smokin' since 13, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin'
I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I'm catchin' blessings
Police tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon
Panoramic roof off of on that coupe, I look like George Jetson Space Ghost
Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dope
I done seen a lot of OG's at this table havin' you taste dope
I just got another case though, call me lawyer, hit him with the pesos
Gotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play play for the yayo
Been thuggin' since a youngin', I'm too legit to quit
I keep this vision in like my kinship, bustin' shots at the bricks
I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the trip
Flew in her friends, jumped on the boat, I f*cked them both
Shit was lit, shit was lit

Pray my soul keep dead low or lay me down
The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down
And if they do tear my people, just hold my babies down
Nigga we need to go back the pages like it's the eighties now
Yeah, f*ck rap, bitch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seed
My name cocaine ain't got put me in the nominees
Since gangsta gears rolled back the bars, I see a lot of me
Niggas is my sons, I wish they mommas would have swallowed these
Nigga, cappin' ass nigga
Jeezy used to say "Boy, you one rappin' ass nigga"
I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, nigga
Niggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off
And I got richer, shit is funny when you think about it
Rolex too big, I took a link up out it
Frank Lucas I hit the closet, pulled the mink up out it
Livin' this life, pussy dream about it, nigga

Bury me with ratchets, let the feds tell it, apparently a magnum
Gucci hoodie smell like kerosene and ashes
Don't get carried away, I been up and look how carefully I stack it
Got your advance check buried in the mattress
We the Yankees on the pennant run
You in need of soldiers, heard you rented some
Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none
But look what I converted to from lettin' burners loose out convertibles
My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two
Nah, my finger never gon' point
You know pussy best when it's moist
Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in a joint
Miami, Superbowl weekend, I got head in a Royce
We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch
It was either law school or dog food
If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose
Make these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules
You gon' need more guns and lucky horse shoes
I never took an L, but a few loss to mind
New loft down town and this view was hard to find
Sold lines to abusers, now I'ma abuse y'all with lines
I'm in this black thing, he ain't just a few cars behind
I bought two of everything, they said "dude lost his mind"
Two gold Cubans, like I'm tryin' too hard to shine
Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive
Two-car garage, two broad massage, yeah

Niggas think I be frontin'
But I just be talkin' that real shit
I don't expect anybody to feel it though
'Cause y'all niggas not like that (nobody talk that shit like I talk that shit nigga, let's go)
With this .9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian
I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district
They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms
Put three hundred grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes
The Butcher comin', nigga

Bitch
Nigga
Nigga bitch
Oogie-boogie nigga
Sniff it up
F*ck nigga came to my section on Sunday
Didn't even bring shit or bottles, just ate
Drank and dipped, f*ck nigga
Ay, ayo

Scammin' niggas maxin' out, ratchet bitches actin' out
God made me sell crack, so I had somethin' to rap about
Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, ho what you mad about?
I f*cked her twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn't shit to brag about
And I can't draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit
Magnums and some sweet Airmatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped
I'm don't do no sucker shit, no ho mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts
She don't like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin' shifts, yeah
You niggas bringin' out the old me
I'm tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me
When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me
Serve the piece, caprice, ain't got no heat, man, it was cold G
Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance
F*cked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans
Crime f*ckin' pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man
Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I won't take the stand, yeah
Vl niggas trap it out
Lord let me hit this ho, so I have something to rap about
Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about
This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in that cage, this shit was draggin' out
Diego trippin' cause I'm sittin', ain't no package out
You robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out
Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin' out the old me
I'm tryna live to ninety-three to see the old me

Ayo
Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit
This sound like the boat I haven't bought yet
This sound like the moment I jump off it
Sun shinin', cold water, feelin' in my pocket
This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with
We hold our breath like grudges 'til we nauseous
We hop out, let the sun dry us, like raisins
We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit it's amazing
We look like Polo ads but skin is dark and-
I gotta move cautious, 'cause niggas malicious, they come from the trenches
I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now I'm up in this man
I started gettin' mula as young and now I got bigger hands
To hold them, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can
I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin' corn, no crops
You messy and get cleaned up with the mop
I went to school and I ain't miss it a lot
So I can be around niggas like you and learn how to keep my distance
I, cut some niggas off on some hater shit niggas said to me
R.I.P. T's 'cause these motherf*ckers is dead to me
Nail is in the coffin murder, murder
I'm sick of y'all niggas and I ain't coughin', I know me
Y'all often anxious, lost in y'all thoughts and I don't relate
So keep that energy away from me
Don't blame me, 'cause you ain't got it figured out
You ain't got the bigger house, the jig is up
You jealous dawg, my afro long, I'll pick it out
Like cotton on some basic, shit is off
We ain't adjacent
I'm grounded like the pavement, we ain't linkin' like the bracelet broke
Better get your wrist that hold, on that thought, you gettin' gold
The f*ck away, 'cause niggas'll get they faces broke
I just got a thumbs up and niggas go like "Good job"
You better find a shoe store and get your sole
Get it quick and slip it on
And I'll be in Mykonos, lemonade, sippin' slow
Jumpin' in the water off that boat I haven't bought yet (bitch)

One take
Let me hear that
I meant to say Mykonos (haha)

I think a thing is dying from alcohol but I'm afraid
But if you write dope shit, it doesn't do any good what you die
It is to teach these parents to be civilized people, because

The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
Champ (what's up? What's up?)
James Brown, nicotine (yo, yo)
Cocaine (okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ay, man, don't never f*ck with a nigga that
That don't get girls (yeah, yeah)
The nigga always gon' be jealous of you (yeah)
I swear to God, on my mama, nigga

Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit, go get your paper, bitch
Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho, I'm cookin' dope and cleanin' baby shit
Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
F*ckin' ball player baby mamas hit me when them niggas play the Lakers, bitch

We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
California blow, she got a 'caine habit
I don't want the pussy if the gang had it
Was a ho before she got the same habit
Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin'
Dope and cocaina got my name brackin'
I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it
Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (yeah)

Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike
Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike
Share the dick, man, a bitch gotta sacrifice
Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights
Presidential, I flooded that bitch with ice
Cougar pussy, I f*ck a rich nigga wife
Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
Porsche engine, that bitch in the byke, byke
Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk
Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up
Hit that proper until that bitch locked up
Dinner plate, my shit porcelain, rocked up
R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up
Screw a bitch in the drop with the top up (with the top up)

Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit
Go get your paper, bitch
Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a threesome with my new Australian bitch
Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these niggas soft as baby shit

Give them 36's to my side piece
40 millimeter on the timepiece
Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk
She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats
Keep them yucky bitches from around me
Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me
Of a bitch I used to f*ck with when I was broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh
Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike
Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike
Share the dick, man, a bitch gotta sacrifice
Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights
Presidential, I flooded that bitch with ice
Cougar pussy, I f*ck a rich nigga wife
Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
I'll be right back

Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit
Go get your paper, bitch
Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
I'm cookin' dope, be cleanin' baby shit
Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
The streets is tryna judge a niggas music
Tell the pussy niggas suck a baby dick, bitch

Yeah, yeah yeah
(Nothin' else to say, bitch, gang)
(Yeah, yeah)

You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy?
It's not 'cause of the money, why?
'Cause every miserable street junkie
Every skinny kid who goes to bed hungry because his momma is lookin' for a fix
Every nigga baby born with a habit
Makes me happy, makes my heart sing

Yeah
Kane Train
Toot a lil' somethin', somethin'
Let's smoke a lil' somethin', somethin', yeah
A bitch could never (all of me)
Ha, never, bitch, yeah (all of me)
Yeah, real nigga, what's up?

My first love was football from playin' that Madden shit
My second love was hard drugs, weed and this rappin' shit
Alhamdulillah on the nights that I wasn't havin' shit
I say my prayers but I'm rusty as f*ck with Arabic
Lord, take me as I am 'cause I'm gon' come as I'm is
I might die twice if I look down and see my mama in tears

I gave her (all of me), uh
But I ain't gon' never die (all of me), uh
Bitch, I could never, what's up?

I know the Lord watch over babies and fools
I did the fooly with this tool to put my babies through school
I took my last ho out the country, f*ck that bitch, we ain't cool
Hit them DMs, a nigga can't swim, but I f*cked her friend by the pool
'Cause she was tour pussy, I never needed that bitch
She cussed me out in long-ass texts, but I ain't read them shits

She wanted (all of me)
But you could never have (all of me), haha, yeah
Bitch, you could never, what's up?

James Harden, I had to take a step back from bitches and certain niggas (yeah)
Sometimes you slip to get the success, then you start hurtin' feelings
Used to have the hardtop, yes, now I convert the ceiling
Friends was tryna count my pockets like I don't deserve a million
Bitch, I deserve a trillion
'Cause I would've did a trillion years for these niggas
Whole bid for these niggas

I gave 'em (all of me)
Nigga, I gave the streets (all of me)
I'm fallin' back, what's up?

Look, my first love was writin' verses and rappin' bars
My second love was sittin' on bandos and trappin' hard
Hospital bed, bullet in my neck and a fractured jaw
Call it crazy, but I always knew I'd bounce back this hard (I always knew)
Who got the matte black MAC? That's to match the car
I got that 'cause I been clapped before

Gave these streets (all of me)
Nigga, I gave the streets (all of me)

Uh, I'm on tour, I'm on the road just hustlin' and shit
My baby mama cut me off, she had enough of my shit
I'll Cashapp stacks every now and then, like that's enough
She like, "At least FaceTime, your babies don't see your ass enough"
Plus my older son is failin' math, that shit ain't addin' up
I guess I ain't around bein' a dad enough, I owe my kids

(All of me)
I owe them all and know it (all of me)

Uh, for the mob, you know I give niggas the shirt off my back
Somethin' happen to one of my niggas, I'll be the first to attack
Air out your corner, if I miss, then we circlin' back
Funeral lines, Cadillacs with the hearses to match
Huh, I rep my niggas every verse that I rap
Violate, the shots disperse from this MAC (May Block, nigga)

I gave my hood (all of me, you know what's up)
I gave my whole hood (all of me)
That's a fact, nigga

Young cocaine
Dream
Go to sleep, like
See the Grim Reaper and the nigga said, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah yeah, yeah

Like every night I dream a nigga tryna murder me
Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency
'Cause I decked a nigga and took his work, man, I made it work for me
If he come back and kill me, I know this shit was business, man, I never take it personally
Skinny black nigga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back
Niggas ain't show me how to cook, had to f*ck up my own batch
Dumb high, Marty McFly
Put down the crack, bet on myself
Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac
Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back
Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back
Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that
These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap
How can a nigga cope with that?
Man, my uncle died off a overdose
And the f*cked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the nigga that sold it
Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions
I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs 'cause I can't numb the pain with smokin'
Loner but I hate to be lonely
I f*ck a bitch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies
If I fall off or get locked up she might just f*ck on the homies
Most niggas die over love for a bitch or havin' trust in they homies
A skinny black nigga, rich off rap
My nigga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his bitch off smack
She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack
He told me look after his kids, then a week later that bitch turned up whacked
It's just the code, nigga (yeah)
I pray Allah protect my soul, nigga
Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, nigga (fear)
'Cause I was livin' by the code, nigga, yeah
Gang

That's how we feel, if we die
It's like, we go kill one of them
One of them die
'Cause they down for it, they had get took out
Then they came back
And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more
'Til everybody just drop it

Yeah, yeah
Steppin' on this shit, slidin' on that shit
Praise the Lord, baby

Yeah, money in the church pot
Your nephew work for me, got bundles in his church socks
Big bunny rabbit, I drop a package, my youngins down to slide
Shot up your Escalade, I bought 'em all, Playstation 5
They hold you for three days if you a suspect for a recent murder
You get released if they don't find a witness or the burner
Guess that's why Chapo dug the tunnel and smoked all the workers
Namu Myoho Renge Kyo, my coca do the Tina Turner
Kyrie Irving, Uncle Fred had his strap to the head
Better get that boy to the doctor before them bullets spread
Hit that nigga twice, he was leakin', but is he dead or not?
Followed him to the hospital, shoot it out in the parking lot
My nuts dropped, first I got money and then the power
Bitch I'm in this shit, like Burberry shirts at baby showers
Shot these kids on her face, give yo' wifey a baby shower
East side is the army, go get you a navy tower, what's up, bitch?

'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep this shit movin', f*ck it
'Caine, let's go (haha, yo)

Yeezy's on, but I ain't never seen a Sunday service
They dealin' with some Afghani gangsters made a purchase
Don't do no crimes with no rappers, nigga, you know the verdict
They shot up Troy Maserati, I know that nigga nervous
Bitch, I got the shit they hit Rickey with, keep it in the ride
Drop a forty-two seven-fifty on automatic drive
Bitches had to get checked, they neglect to respect a nigga mind
Treat a ho like Andre 3000 ain't f*ck with Caroline
An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O'Neal
I keep a chicken cluckin', dope fiend fiendin', f*ck it, my wheels on
A nigga from the G' with a foreign automobile
And county sheriffs and the feds wanna put me under the jail
Had to back away from the scale, these snakes movin' in tall grass
Ball 'til I fall, never pass the ball with my bald ass
Aaron Hall f*ckin' these hoes, don't need no hall pass
Straight drop right on the table and it was all glass (all glass)

Hahaha, yeah, nigga
Straight drop right on the table, it was all glass, walked away
Uh
You got one part of that wrong
This (this) is not meth (is not meth)