More songs by Freddie Gibbs
More songs by The Alchemist
Description
Vocals, Composer, Writer: Freddie Gibbs
Recording Engineer: Thurston “Thurst Mgurst” McCrea
Mixing Engineer: Eddie Sancho
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Composer, Writer, Producer: The Alchemist
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
Check, check.
Yeah, I'ma go all, all the way through with this shit.
-Check, check. -You on one of the best beats ever.
Yeah, -yeah. -You feel me?
Smoking opps, walk down your block. I put that bitch to shots.
Wipe his nose, tag on -his toes. I just knocked off his socks. -Yeah.
Hundred shots, came right back at us. Same day, ain't nothing dropped.
Send your shooter back to you shot. Tell him you fucking flopped. Just say my name, Mr.
Insane. Crack on my razor blade. Break to the left, put the gang on my chest.
That's cradle to the grave. Took it to the west, had my own cash, on deck.
Put a bad bitch on the plane. Soon as we landed, we shopped for that fetty.
This mafia shit, boy you don't understand me. Y'all tried it though.
-Tried it though.
-Tried to pull a nigga back, but that life -I left. -Yeah.
-REVs and 97s turn my garage electric. -Yeah.
I said, "Bitch, open your heart or you might just block your blessing.
" -Yeah.
-She suck my dick after church in these lemon pepper Stephens. Smoking dope, fresh off the boat. She said I dope the dope.
I gave all my side hoes a rope. Climb up or fucking choke.
Fuck your joke, turn niggas ghost. I inhale all the smoke. Make promoters cancel your show.
50 guns at the door. Just say my name, Mr. Insane. Blood on my razor blade.
Nigga shoulda jacked me and whacked me. What's happening? I don't feel no fucking pain.
-Nah. -Being too extra, you need extra people.
-Yeah.
-Your pockets ain't ready for what I can peep it. It's Rapid the Reaper, I send out them creepers.
You niggas is nervous, it won't be no sleeping. Y'all tried it though.
-Tried it though.
-Tried to break a nigga down, tried to -block my blessing. -Yeah.
-REVs and 97s turn my garage electric. -Yeah.
Too cheap to cop a Bugatti, too gangsta for a Tesla.
-Yeah.
-She suck my dick after church in these lemon pepper Stephens. Uh.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Yeah.
Smoking dope.
-She said I dope the dope. Yeah.
-Look at our young children out here half-naked.
-Uh, uh, uh. Yeah.
-Hot pants on, showing everything they born -with. -Smoking dope. Go. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Don't ought to be sitting out with.
I want it to be good for you preachers that says, "God don't look at the out, He look at the heart. " Don't tell me that lie.
Amen.
That our love, baby, cannot be destroyed.
Only in wanting so faith is unknown.
English translation
Yeah.
Check, check.
Yeah, I'ma go all, all the way through with this shit.
-Check, check. -You on one of the best beats ever.
Yeah, -yeah. -You feel me?
Smoking opps, walk down your block. I put that bitch to shots.
Wipe his nose, tag on -his toes. I just knocked off his socks. -Yeah.
Hundred shots, came right back at us. Same day, ain't nothing dropped.
Send your shooter back to you shot. Tell him you fucking flopped. Just say my name, Mr.
Insane. Crack on my razor blade. Break to the left, put the gang on my chest.
That's cradle to the grave. Took it to the west, had my own cash, on deck.
Put a bad bitch on the plane. Soon as we landed, we shopped for that fetty.
This mafia shit, boy you don't understand me. Y'all tried it though.
-Tried it though.
-Tried to pull a nigga back, but that life -I left. -Yeah.
-REVs and 97s turn my garage electric. -Yeah.
I said, "Bitch, open your heart or you might just block your blessing.
" -Yeah.
-She suck my dick after church in these lemon pepper Stephens. Smoking dope, fresh off the boat. She said I dope the dope.
I gave all my side hoes a rope. Climb up or fucking choke.
Fuck your joke, turn niggas ghost. I inhale all the smoke. Make promoters cancel your show.
50 guns at the door. Just say my name, Mr. Insane. Blood on my razor blade.
Nigga shoulda jacked me and whacked me. What's happening? I don't feel no fucking pain.
-Nah. -Being too extra, you need extra people.
-Yeah.
-Your pockets ain't ready for what I can peep it. It's Rapid the Reaper, I send out them creepers.
You niggas is nervous, it won't be no sleeping. Y'all tried it though.
-Tried it though.
-Tried to break a nigga down, tried to -block my blessing. -Yeah.
-REVs and 97s turn my garage electric. -Yeah.
Too cheap to cop a Bugatti, too gangsta for a Tesla.
-Yeah.
-She suck my dick after church in these lemon pepper Stephens. Uh.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Yeah.
Smoking dope.
-She said I dope the dope. Yeah.
-Look at our young children out here half-naked.
-Uh, uh, uh. Yeah.
-Hot pants on, showing everything they born -with. -Smoking dope. Go. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Don't ought to be sitting out with.
I want it to be good for you preachers that says, "God don't look at the out, He look at the heart. " Don't tell me that lie.
Amen.
That our love, baby, cannot be destroyed.
Only in wanting so faith is unknown.