[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Slammin' money on my big homie commissary
Jumped on that I-65 and take that trip back to Gary
Granny just passed, my uncle out here smoking glass
But I still cook up in his crib I gots to get to this cash
Forgive me father cause I'm so wrong
But I know through your ghost in my mind been doing it for so long
Been a while though when working and the lights was off we could barely hold on
So I jumped off that porch and whipped up that yoke and got my role on
Then I hit myself with reasons new J's and Jesus pieces
Fresh Nikes and a brand new polo
LV nigga check that logo in the club it's like a ho show
These hoes show out for me
And the bitches in my past they just didn't know what I could be
Freddie G , hit the booth pick up my pen
And I pimp it like write consistent
Extra lugers in my clip for my Ruger, my life extended
For at least 10 more shots should I get going or get got
But on the other hand, I got a bird landin, and a rubber band on my knot
Slammin' money on my big homie commissary
Jumped on that I-65 and take that trip back to Gary
Granny just passed, my uncle out here smoking glass
But I still cook up in his crib I gots to get to this cash
Forgive me father cause I'm so wrong
But I know through your ghost in my mind been doing it for so long
Been a while though when working and the lights was off we could barely hold on
So I jumped off that porch and whipped up that yoke and got my role on
Then I hit myself with reasons new J's and Jesus pieces
Fresh Nikes and a brand new polo
LV nigga check that logo in the club it's like a ho show
These hoes show out for me
And the bitches in my past they just didn't know what I could be
Freddie G , hit the booth pick up my pen
And I pimp it like write consistent
Extra lugers in my clip for my Ruger, my life extended
For at least 10 more shots should I get going or get got
But on the other hand, I got a bird landin, and a rubber band on my knot
[Hook]
I've been up, baby I've done been down
Just good enough
Ain't enough in my town
I gotta get my thang right
So I can start the day right
Cause I fucked up
Baby I been fucked round
And just good enough
Ain't enough in my town
I gotta get my thang right
So I can start the day right
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
We bendin' corners and caprices
We cut thousand Cadillacs that dope check I'm cashin that
And I'm choking smoking on that gasoline
Lost a hubcap on my hoopdie
But my fiend just copped a teen
Had a dream that I would get rich and famous all off this rapping shit
And the older niggas laughed at me I'mma gon' make it happen bitch
In booth camp used to write my raps in my letters and send them to Roll
And say my nigga check this I'm gon' wreck shit when I get home
Be load with crazy paper really what I gotta take to make it
Cause enough of these CD's and MP3s
Tryna to shake these haters
Plus I'm slanging just to maintain ducking investigation
Every year niggas only fear is the fed cases
Living in this industry ghetto please come with smiley faces
But I feel like fuck all these rappers they don't want no altercation
Baby face gangster I earn my stripes out on the devil's playground
Peace to all my real niggas that stay down
[Hook x2]
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