[Freddie Gibbs] My nightmares´ comin´ true (Yeah, yeah) But they ain´t leave me spooked (Nah) On the West Coast countin´ blues But I´m whoopin´ with them ´Rus (Suwoop, yeah) In my neighborhood, you was either five or six, you had to choose And folks and them was stealin´ my Starter jacket and my shoes (Give me the shit, bitch) They laughin´ at me at my school, so I move like I ain´t got shit to lose (Haha) When I get them goons, you in the afterlife by afternoon (Uh) My chopper tucked, man, I served that dust, my nigga served that food Now I´m in my jail cell, watchin´ myself on the news (What the fuck?)
Broken hearts and empty pockets, crack water, dirty faucet (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When I shot that bitch in the chest, man, I knocked his shoulder out its socket (Baow) Fuck a degree, I´m whippin´ diesel, no direct deposit (Yeah) Dope in my diaper bag, I serve ´em while my daughter watchin´ (Shit, nigga) Prosecutor might diminish me, so when they sentenced me, I was a no-show (Yeah, yeah) Dumped the body in the country, shawty D4L, I did it for the low-low (Yeah, yeah) Bury me with all my jewelry on me and some VVS´s in the logo (Yeah, yeah) President ain´t never love a nigga, who the fuck a nigga supposed to vote for? Nigga, what? Yeah All my Lords in the pen ´bout to feel this shit Got a stripper bitch that live in Hollywood with a mouth so good, she can seal these bricks (Woo)
Last year, let a nigga bust down, heard she got a nigga now, she can still get dick (Yeah) You could take away this rap shit today, throw the whole shit away, and I´ma still get rich, bitch (Yeah)
[Freddie Gibbs & Rick Ross] Triple S (M M, M M) Kane Train Uh, I´m ice skatin´ I´m ice skatin´ (Maybach Music) Yes
[Rick Ross] Niggas come to conclusion, checks keep comin´ concurrent Shooters on the maneuver, really as a deterrent MA singin´ melodic, pussy seemin´ hypnotic
I´m addicted to diamonds, such a fiend for them watches Dollar signs in my carpet, killin´ opps is the obvious I count bodies like bottles at parties when I´m in Cabo I just lead and they follow, call it laws of attraction Livin´ in the colosseum ´til I´m caught in my casket On the beach in a mansion, dope boy got him a pension Pistols pulled in a panic, you can give me my sentence Money come with the killings, white convertible ceiling Bel-Air bottles in Venice, pray you mindin´ your business
Rappers wanna play sports, athletes caught in the courts Actors overdosin´, addicted to chemicals, boy Boss