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Gucci Mane

"Freddie Gordy"

[Intro]
Yeah, for sure n*gga
We came from nothing n*gga, from sh*t n*gga
For real

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]
Dolo and the pour up
Got me tore up from the floor up
Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a n*gga show up
All the real n*ggas know us
Back in '09 me and Lam we was looking for a way out
But ain't nobody want to show us
Riding round' selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo
Must have sowed a whole O up
And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have no rap career or nothing
I know you hate the fact that I'm so loyal to my street affiliation, but my n*ggas need a pack? I'm out here thuggin'
Willie and Diego need a pack? I'm out here thuggin'
My n*gga Butter hit me for a pack? I'm out here thuggin'
And now the DEA they checking on me when I'm getting on a plane, double life it got me ducking under covers
I just want to be legit man, sh*t man
And every time I touch the dope I say that "this gonna' be my last flip man"
I got a shorty that's willing to sell it for me
She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand
I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle
Creeping under street lights as a night child
My uncle still can't put the liquor or the pipe down
Meanwhile I'm in this kitchen whipping up the white gal
Plus I got addictions of my own, boy
The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy
The Oxycontin and heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror saying, "Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?"
Smoking on some sh*t that I can't pass to a n*gga
Eyes shiny than a b*tch, glass to a n*gga
Down to kick in the door, .44 Mags to a n*gga
Got some habits I pray that I never pass to a n*gga
All about the dollar signs, f*ck the sympathy
And f*ck police cause' they killing you and killing me
Slanging and banging, my paper stay getting fatter so do black lives matter when you're about to kill your enemy?
I need to know it, drop that paper boy don't be heroic
You'll get a trip to see your Jesus if you're reaching for it
A real solid street n*gga, never been extorted
You pus*y n*ggas shouldn't be living, should have been aborted

[Bridge]
It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy
Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40
I bet my n*ggas kill the witness if I get reported
The sh*t I spit is so realistic shouldn't be recorded
It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy
Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40
I bet my n*ggas kill the witness if I get reported
The sh*t I spit is so realistic shouldn't be recorded

[Outro]
Dolo and the pour
Got me tore up from the floor up
Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a n*gga show up
All the real n*ggas know us
Dolo and the pour
Got me tore up from the floor up
Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a n*gga show up
All the real n*ggas know us

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