Freddie Gibbs

"Freddie Gibbs - La Leakers Freestyle #87"

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]
Type of n***a cook the birdie up for breakfast and throw the fin up
Don't f**k with Maserati and Lexus I pull the Benz out
My mama birthday comin' I might just get her the Benz truck
I cut off all my motherf**king losses and put a win up
Kicking like karate that china white in the blender
Send that sh*t to Michigan city and tear the pen up
Mama said the federal prison where I would end up
Attorney like 600 a hour just to defend us
Like "my God"
All a n***a know is southpaw
I need a b*t*h wit' a pretty face, a bank account and a backyard
'Cause now a n***a swipin' black cards
911‚ black on black‚ it's a black attack I'm the black God
Not a fat n***a‚ but I been gettin' max cream
Addicts linin' up to get injected like a vaccine
Chopper on me daily it ain't safe to live a rap dream
n***as poppin' hella rap cap for the rap cream
Ye's on my phone, Blaze on my phone, Rule's on my phone‚ Gang on my phone, Trae's on my phone
Lamb put me on, Josh put me on‚ Tunechi put me on, Gazi put me on, God put me on
Now I can sit back in my mansion n***a blastin' my chef
Gettin' it crackin' I'm sippin' 'gnac with a b*t*h or two
Cocaine class in my rap, pocket residuals
Rap game easy the trap, game was difficult
House came with cameras and choppers, I got a n***a rule
VVS's all in my neck, sets invisible
I done took this sh*t from the triple beam to the digital
Yayo 'bout to come out like mayo, whippin' that miracle
Paper over pu**y and powder, boy that's the principle
Powder party bachelor pad, bring some b*t*hes through
I done took this sh*t from the triple beam to the digital
Yayo 'bout to come out like mayo, whippin' that miracle
Kill that sh*t and let it breath b*t*h
Youngins 'bout to slide, send emojis with the skis b*t*h
Real king of the streets sh*t
Got three books for the 20 Westbrook, rest in peace, Nip
Real king of the street sh*t
The marathon ain't never stopped, you put these n***as on they feet, crip
I swear this sh*t it got the street sick
The last supper you might get it from some n***as that you eat wit'
Cocaine, whole thang
Freddie Corleone Soprano my whole name
Forgiatos on a pick up, I'm dogging the whole lane
All is well to the Lord just stones and foes, man
Got some n***as that ain't never gon' talk on the phone man
Peace to Charlie Mike, I'm thuggin' until you get home man
Forgiatos on a pick up, I'm dogging the whole lane
All is well to the Lord just stones and foes, man, it ain't no game
Finball
Uh, best rapper alive n***a
It ain't no game
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