[Freddie Gibbs] Chillin´ in the 6 Smokin´ the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist Young and black in the US, it´s a challenge to exist
Stove a thousand degrees, I´m a graduate to a brick Got me gradually gettin´ chips All my smokers grabbin´ a sack of that poison If you can push it, I´ll give you points on the package As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I´m comin´ back Took a loss but on the next one I´ll make it back on the tax, nigga I got it sellin´ nickel bags Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add? Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at? Standin´ at my window with my full clip Malcolm told us we´ve been bamboozled and hoodwinked
Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch
[Freddie Gibbs] I guess I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Uh, uh, yeah, I got it sellin´ nickel bags, nigga Uh, real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin´ nickel bags Uh, real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch
[Action Bronson] Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did Face melted off the acid I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia
Downtown Brown, Julie Brown Know the hoochies wanna do me now Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson You ever had to take a shit while you´re trippin´? Balls off, all the homies by the ball court Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk I´m not the one for all the small talk I´m like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin Mike Tyson doin´ endos on a Haro Queens Center mall by the Sbarro
[Freddie Gibbs & Action Bronson] I guess I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch I got it sellin´ nickel bags Yeah, I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch
Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin´ nickel bags [Ransom] I´m in the car, mellow with 12 nicks, the L´s lit I´m close to them niggas that do their bid and don´t tell shit Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin´ the long stretch It´s not that we´re heartless, we just usin´ our heart less You know stress cause niggas to forfeit When I cut it, all my nicks´ll be softer than Charles Smith Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips And street corners, so many police want us Lookin´ to feast on us
Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us Suckin´ their teeth on us I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move Got no class like a nigga that skipped school Fix your face ´fore I play the mechanic and grip tools The block gleam every time that a cop scream On the corner sellin´ nicks that´s giant like Hakeem, peace
[Freddie Gibbs] Bitch, uh I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Yeah, I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch
[Joey Bada$$] Looks like they caught me red-handed When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys And I want all the ends For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience Fake MC´s get clapped up ´til they disorient Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again The happiest days of my life been taken from me Now I´m just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up I don´t think this chain fit me right Got a couple loose screws so I write
Right brain trippy like..... And I should let you finish too I´m at Finish Line, should have finished school Now you can´t finish lyin´, so I diminish you They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools
[Freddie Gibbs] Bitch, uh I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Yeah, I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin´ nickel bags, bitch
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