More songs by Freddie Gibbs
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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
One take Jake.
Dusty.
Dusty.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh, fell back but never fell down. Condo Sunny Isles.
Drop the scale but never scale down. Put the rabbit on the cross, they had me nailed down.
But since they did my ultrasound, bitch, I've been hell bound.
Hell raiser, sat at the table with some elite gangsters. Deep favors, gave the best dope I got, bitch, and he the baker.
Insane and double deuce with the 12. Hundred years old, I'ma be gang banging.
Stuck in my ways, the more I exist, ain't shit but my age changing.
Shit hit different when you realize life a solo mission.
Nigga like me ain't losing under no conditions. No permission needed for me to T up and throw the V up.
Put your fucking mob in the mausoleum, I call the cleaners.
Every time I fuck, it's illegal fetus, these hoes egregious.
Got your baby sis on the blade, finna rip that ho to pieces. Hundred dollar holla, stay hot and ready like Little Caesars.
Smokers get your loaf for a piece of cheese and some Reggie reefa.
Uh, hungry like I never rap before.
Yeah, but after this, I might not rap no more.
Ego just went to the feds, I can't touch a pack no more. Still crying tears over Trel, I can't see Mack no more.
Yeah, I ditch a bitch before she get me 10 like Tory.
None of these sluts and none of these hoes could tell my story. I keep it pushing, leave a bitch in the dust.
Mistaking love for lust. We ain't got shit if we ain't got trust.
It ain't no loving us.
Uh, we hit the prison with the drugs in us. We gets it in, you shits it out.
Is you thug or what? Christmas on my dog, I feel like a bitch if I don't go slug 'em up.
White supremacy been killing niggas, but the truth is we ain't got no love for us.
Really, we ain't got no love for us.
Fell back but never fell down. Porsche building Sunny Isles.
I can't put the yale down. Ever since they showed my ultrasound, bitch, I've been hell bound.
Once I put that fent on the scale, I never scale down.
Yeah, but this life ain't shit but drama for me.
I'm just doing this shit to keep my heat, lights, and water running.
Yeah, don't know if Donald or Kamala for me.
But I really don't give no fucks, it's about a dollar for me. Pop 'em for me.
You say you gang, then bitch, go drop 'em for me.
Really don't need no help with no opps, that ain't no problem for me.
I would just see these niggas and bump into 'em, put gun to 'em. Run through 'em, make 'em dookie. Gas station sushi.
Yeah, fell back but never fell down. Porsche building Sunny Isles.
I can't put the yale down. Ever since they showed my ultrasound, my mama blessed the child.
Coulda ran that fetti by myself, bitch, I'm the best without. Yeah.
Bitch, keep it GB like on Part 3, nigga. Uh, go start a Chevy up, don't start me, nigga.
Set myself apart from all these niggas. It's Gangsta Caine, bitch. Uh.
-Back in action, nigga. -In action. Oh, shit.
-What the fuck? -What's up, my nigga?
-I got you. -How are you guys?
-You all right? -I haven't seen you since your last humble.
Oh, this ain't enough, man.
Motherfucker, you know how many yens you owe me, nigga? I need some more yens, bitch
English translation
One take Jake.
Dusty.
Dusty.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh, fell back but never fell down. Condo Sunny Isles.
Drop the scale but never scale down. Put the rabbit on the cross, they had me nailed down.
But since they did my ultrasound, bitch, I've been hell bound.
Hell raiser, sat at the table with some elite gangsters. Deep favors, gave the best dope I got, bitch, and he the baker.
Insane and double deuce with the 12. Hundred years old, I'ma be gang banging.
Stuck in my ways, the more I exist, ain't shit but my age changing.
Shit hit different when you realize life a solo mission.
Nigga like me ain't losing under no conditions. No permission needed for me to T up and throw the V up.
Put your fucking mob in the mausoleum, I call the cleaners.
Every time I fuck, it's illegal fetus, these hoes egregious.
Got your baby sis on the blade, finna rip that ho to pieces. Hundred dollar holla, stay hot and ready like Little Caesars.
Smokers get your loaf for a piece of cheese and some Reggie reefa.
Uh, hungry like I never rap before.
Yeah, but after this, I might not rap no more.
Ego just went to the feds, I can't touch a pack no more. Still crying tears over Trel, I can't see Mack no more.
Yeah, I ditch a bitch before she get me 10 like Tory.
None of these sluts and none of these hoes could tell my story. I keep it pushing, leave a bitch in the dust.
Mistaking love for lust. We ain't got shit if we ain't got trust.
It ain't no loving us.
Uh, we hit the prison with the drugs in us. We gets it in, you shits it out.
Is you thug or what? Christmas on my dog, I feel like a bitch if I don't go slug 'em up.
White supremacy been killing niggas, but the truth is we ain't got no love for us.
Really, we ain't got no love for us.
Fell back but never fell down. Porsche building Sunny Isles.
I can't put the yale down. Ever since they showed my ultrasound, bitch, I've been hell bound.
Once I put that fent on the scale, I never scale down.
Yeah, but this life ain't shit but drama for me.
I'm just doing this shit to keep my heat, lights, and water running.
Yeah, don't know if Donald or Kamala for me.
But I really don't give no fucks, it's about a dollar for me. Pop 'em for me.
You say you gang, then bitch, go drop 'em for me.
Really don't need no help with no opps, that ain't no problem for me.
I would just see these niggas and bump into 'em, put gun to 'em. Run through 'em, make 'em dookie. Gas station sushi.
Yeah, fell back but never fell down. Porsche building Sunny Isles.
I can't put the yale down. Ever since they showed my ultrasound, my mama blessed the child.
Coulda ran that fetti by myself, bitch, I'm the best without. Yeah.
Bitch, keep it GB like on Part 3, nigga. Uh, go start a Chevy up, don't start me, nigga.
Set myself apart from all these niggas. It's Gangsta Caine, bitch. Uh.
-Back in action, nigga. -In action. Oh, shit.
-What the fuck? -What's up, my nigga?
-I got you. -How are you guys?
-You all right? -I haven't seen you since your last humble.
Oh, this ain't enough, man.
Motherfucker, you know how many yens you owe me, nigga? I need some more yens, bitch