Freddie Gibbs

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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah

I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
I say these bitches got it twisted they don't know who to fuck
So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
I said, I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
I say these bitches got it twisted they don't know who to fuck
So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
Say they ready, I don't think they know it

Working white, I got some prices on my life
Some nigga tried to green light me, but I wasn't going
I used to lay up with this bitch, I used to flip
And didn't really give a shit about a nigga flowin'
She was content just tryna grind up to a brick
You could see her in the kitchen whippin' with the soda
I bought a ounce of cocaina 'fore I bent her over
And I remember
When the broads used to put me out, cars I was sleepin' out
Pill habit heavy, hella bars I can't even count
LA county jail, ain't got my moms here to bail me out
Rap game break your homies' hearts if you leave 'em out
Dope game'll leave you with a charge if you gettin' out
Government will fuck a nigga dreams, never live 'em out
I'm trapping on the blade, hella cards I was sweeping out
Rap game break these niggas hearts if you leave 'em out

I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
Said these bitches got it twisted they don't know who to fuck
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
Say they ready, I don't think they know it
Yeah, yeah
Say they ready, I don't think they know it
Yeah
Straight to hell where these niggas goin'

Yeah, lifestyles of the insane, bang
Cost a little extra tryna be a real nigga
I thought a record contract would get the rent paid
Freddie Kane world tour fuck a deal, nigga
And all the niggas jumped off, that was y'all loss
And they forgot who was the boss and covered all costs
But yesterday a 50 package got 'em all off
I UPS it on the ground, bet they all off
From the pages of a psychopath
And nowadays I never write 'em, just recite 'em, yeah
I put the lighter to the fire, and ignite it, yeah
My neighbor used to hit my alley just to buy a bag
And I remember
When the broads used to put me out, cars I was sleepin' out
Pill habit heavy, hella bars I can't even count
LA county jail, ain't got my moms here to bail me out
Rap game break your homies hearts if you leave 'em out

I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
I say these bitches got it twisted they don't know who to fuck
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
I say they ready, I don't think they know it
Yeah, yeah
Say they ready, I don't think they know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
I say these bitches got it twisted they don't know who to fuck
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
They say they ready, I don't think they know it
Yeah, yeah
Say they ready, I don't think they know it
Yeah
Straight to hell where these niggas goin'

Yeah
Straight to hell where these niggas goin'
Yeah, yeah
Straight to hell where these niggas goin'
Yeah
Straight to hell where these niggas goin'
Fuck
Say they ready, I don't think they know it

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