$oul $old $eparately Album Lyrics by Freddie Gibbs

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Couldn't Be Done

Yeah, you feel me?
We rented out the whole top floor you dig
South Beach
Turn me up
I had to, I had to get all my hoes, everybody to get in the room
I was just too jiggy
Big Rabbit
(Yeah, yeah)
They said we couldn't do this shit like
(Yeah, yeah, ugh, yeah, yeah)

Faded let the fields in the dope, uh
Used to sleep on the air mattress my bitch strap on the floor, uh
Big homie would sell me shit, heard the West Coast got that coke
F*ck niggas see me now, I chuck the deuces and I float
On them motherf*ckin' rubber bands, jump straight out the pot straight to a cluckin' hen
Streets is strickly business f*ck your homie I'm your pusha man
They say talking reckless on this shit might get me booked again
Dropped another album Cocaine Rabbit got em shook again
Gary niggas you either with us or you against us
They tried to play us 'cause the Jacksons barely came to visit
They had the big bro locked in Westville, yeah, I made them visits
You back outside it's time for you to play a new position
F*ck them niggas, I still wish them well because I love them niggas
Bulletproof the fleet I'm in the streets but it's hard to touch a nigga
Next up I might slay 'em in Cullinans, different colors nigga
Big rabbit I had to Phonte 'em, my Little Brother niggas (blackness!)

You feel me? You know what I'm sayin'
Had to little brother, had to, you know what I'm sayin'
Peewee Herman, you're little Peewee, you know what I mean?
Had to show you how small he is, you know what I'm sayin'?
Compared to the Big Rabbit, you know what I'm sayin', the big lord
Different color hoes, you know what I'm sayin'
Sorry, Umar
They said I couldn't do it
But I did it
Make it, bitch

They say it couldn't be done
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said I couldn't make it
They didn't know I'm gon' scrape it
You said you'd forgive me
We knew what it could be
With you by my side
But Jesus I'm gon' rise
Couldn't be done
We will make it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said it couldn't be done

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Blackest In The Room

Yeah, yeah
You know what, Al?
Y-you know what I'm sayin'? What
What a nigga do if I went so, so, so cold with this shit? You dig? (So cold)
Yeah

Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw?
Black Forces, so his brain ain't leave a stain on my shoe
Uh, this GOAT talk, bet they put my face on that mountain too (yeah)
Blackest in the room like I'm Sam Cooke at the Fontainebleau (yeah, yeah)
Blackest in the room like I'm Sam Cooke at the Copa (yeah)
East Gary niggas, we stick together like dope and soda
Put that shit on Nation, my cliquelation on Costra Nostra
If I smoked him on this side, will I see him when I cross over? Damn
Gotta spit it 'cause it sit on my heart
The shit I think when I look up at the stars
I went to jail, the warden put me in the hole 'cause I wouldn't rap for the guards
I had bars back when Lambo burned my demo on a CDR
This GOAT talk, nigga, TB12
From the streets to the cell, bitch, I bail, all well (all well)
Got the AK with the catcher, we ain't leavin' no shells
Plus I'm surgical with this bitch like Training Day Denzel, yeah
Blackest in the room, Fred Hampton, they came and shot it up
Blackest in the room, Jeff Fort when he hit Gaddafi up
Blackest in the room, why can't niggas hit Clarence Thomas up?
My cousin live in Flint, she been sick since they f*cked the water up

I start the drama up (you forgot)
Black suits and black curses, limo service pick your mama up (pick your mama up, bitch)
Checked out on that ambulance, too late to hit the doctor up (yeah)
Cut off all my bitches from last year, I cleaned my roster up (cut that bitch)
A nigga did a rebuild, tons on the scizale
Shows, I need a hundred fifty thousand like I'm Ezal (I need a hundred fifty thou')
Sent in on the truck, the pack too big to do the mizail
Tried to kick that cup, but f*cked around and I got a refill
F*ck around, we gon' find out
F*ck around, get found slumped
Silly bitches, they be worried 'bout a nigga body count 'stead of countin' up
Forgiato with the floatin' caps on the new 'Lac, got it mounted up
Baby tried to throw that ass out, but I was passed out and she was out of luck
Yeah, you out of luck, bitch
Nervous 'cause detectives is lurkin', they pick the workers up (Yeah)
Jump it off like Bizzy and Juicy, I f*ck these verses up
Kane Train kick-door, shorty, you just a burglar (yeah)
My pistol in my pillow, I sleep amongst all the murderers
Nervous 'cause detectives is lurkin', they pick the workers up (yeah)
Jump it off like Bizzy and Juicy, I f*ck these verses up (Kane Train, bitch)
Niggas don't give no f*ck, if you die, they might shoot your service up (baow)
My pistol in my pillow, I sleep amongst all the murderers, nigga, yeah

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Pain & Strife

Oh, yeah, yeah
You think you could hang with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Gotta make that, gotta make that
Gotta make that, gotta make that

Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah)

Gotta get down for my thang, I push the button, I'm lane switchin'
Say she wanna look up for some dinner and drinks
But I don't trick off on them lame bitches
If you hurt 'bout that ho then I can't be your thang
Just know that we be f*ckin' the same bitches
Most these niggas I know do this shit for the fame
These niggas be rappin', I'm gang spittin'
Said, "These niggas be rappin', I'm gang spittin'"
Gang bangin' (yeah), I put the 'caine in your Chevrolet
Smokin' on silly Bobby, sittin' sideways
Swivel seat and the center tray
I remember them nights sleepin' on these bitches couches
I might f*ck but I never stay
I was drankin' and gettin' blunted on an empty stomach
I was blowin' my life away

Now I come through drop-top, fast, and don't play
Pop and cop the stash and get paid
Do the math just like a laundromat
Now I be washin' all this cash that I made (skrrt)
Drop-top, fast, and don't play
Pop and drop the stash and get paid (skrrt)
Do the math just like a laundromat
Now I be washin' all this cash that I made

Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah)

I get money, gotta get paid
Came from the bottom, made it out the trenches
Then I made it out the maze
Bought the Lamborghini, coulda bought the Bentley
'Cause I had a better taste (skrrt)
'Member I was takin' losses 'fore I was a boss
The memories never fade (loss)
Gave mama a hunnid racks and changed up her location (racks)
Uh, I put diamonds on my wrist, singin', Fantasia
I pull up to my hood in a coupe to motivate 'em (motivate 'em)
Finally bossed up, bought myself up off the label (boss)
I can't have no conversation if it ain't opaque (no)
Mansion twenty thousand square feet with seven acres (mansion)
I keep cool but I would cook my opp up like a baker (cool)
I keep blues inside my Goyard just in case, for safety (blues)
Maybach, Richard lazy

Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (that money, man, it's still the same now)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Gotta make that, gotta make that

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Zipper Bagz

Dope or some drink, I don't feel right (yeah)
Thuggin' and f*ckin' on bitches 'cause that's what I feel like, uh
I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel like (yeah)

All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
F*ck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah, baow

Thuggin' and f*ckin' on bitches 'cause that's what I feel like (that's what I feel like)
If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right (I don't feel right)
I'ma pull up in that Lambo' 'cause that's what I feel like (what I feel like)
If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right

All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
F*ck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah, yeah

I got an Eastside ho
Trappin' out a house with some Eastside blow
Smokers comin' back for at least five more
Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go
Heaven or the belly of the beast I'll go
Freddie, how you come up on the kis that low?
Hit my Mexican and come up on at least five more
Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go, to the East I go

Yeah, I'm 'bout to shoot up your party 'cause that's what I feel like (what I feel like)
If I don't pull up and drop me an opp, I don't feel right (I don't feel right)
Ever since I lost the homies, a nigga can't feel life (I can't feel life)
If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right

All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
F*ck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah

Work, work (I don't feel right)
Had to f*ck with your ho, I got that work
And you know I got that work, work
That work, work
Had to f*ck with your ho, I got that work, work (I'm trill, working the wheel)
You know I got that work, work (I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Had to f*ck with your ho, I got that work (I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
And you know I got that work, work (I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Had to f*ck with your ho, I got that work (I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
And you know I got that work

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Too Much

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kane Train, you know what I'm sayin'? A nigga out here, you know me
Nigga, yeah yeah
Too much for these niggas, I need somethin' real quick, you know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' too much
East Side
Yeah, yeah

Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much (yeah)
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much (yeah, yeah)
'42, a nigga sip, too much (yeah)
I done hit another nigga bitch too much (yeah, yeah)

I got way too many enemies, they gotta be chewed up
Nigga with the monkey diamonds, they never could fool us (yeah, yeah)
Backstage at the shows, these hoes gon' choose up (yeah)
ATL to the Chi', these hoes get flewed up (yeah, yeah)
Michael Jackson, might go Tyson, know a nigga gotta beat it (yeah)
If the pussy undisputed then the head was undefeated (yeah)
Once I hit another city, then the number get deleted (yeah)
Hit the pussy undisputed and this pimpin' undefeated (yeah)
Once I seen the ho in person, knew the bitch was overrated
Knew the shit was hella different with the fiddles and the makeup (yeah)
Got a quarter-ounce of rock up in my pot, I'm 'bout to shake
Skrrt, skrrt, 'bout to make it work, work with the paper, nigga

Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
'42, a nigga sip, too much
I done hit another nigga bitch too much
All this money that I got, I could never get too much
All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo'd up
Drive these cars on the lot, I be switchin' the shoes up
All this money that I got, I could never get too much
Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
'42, my nigga sip, too much
I done hit another nigga bitch too much
All this money that I got, I could never get too much
All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo'd up
Drive these cars on the lot, I be switchin' the shoes up
All this money that I got, I could never get too much

I get two hundred a verse and two hundred for a show
I need four hundred a O if I'm breakin' down the bowl
Why you doin' all the typin', we been tryna up the score?
Niggas gangsta on the 'Gram, Cinderella on the ho (weak)
How much did the Phantom cost, Bagg? Too much
Driver get me there when I'm high, too clutch
With another nigga bitch, wasn't switchin' two cups
All black, red inside, shit, too plush (go)
Trappin' in designer, new Balenci' with Adidas
Momma knew I was a hustler in her stomach as a fetus
I went back and forth the quarter, now I'm ballin', alopecia
Molly callin' me a cheater 'cause I fell in love with Keisha
First, I take a sip of potion then I trace it with exotic
Can you point out all the haters? I can't see 'em through these Carti's
Let my newer bitch pop it 'cause her ex-nigga watchin'
When you havin' plenty bread, all the pigeons come flockin'
You feel me?
Truth be told, I'ma always show the real me
It's chilly, bust down Cuban with the matchin' Richard Mille
Flyer than a eagle when I'm touchin' down in Philly (up)
Nickname the coupe, "Lil Wayne," no ceilings (drop)
Ain't no layin' up, I'm just drillin' and I'm peelin'
Uh, uh, got a Rolls, skrrt-skrrt out the door with these

Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
'42, a nigga sip, too much
I done hit another nigga bitch too much
All this money that I got, I could never get too much
All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo'd up
Drive these cars on the lot, I be switchin' the shoes up
All this money that I got, I could never get too much
Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
'42, my nigga sip, too much
I done hit another nigga bitch too much
All this money that I got, I could never get too much
All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo'd up
Drive these cars on the lot, I be switchin' the shoes up
All this money that I got, I could never get too much

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Lobster Omelette

Yeah, Kane
Check, check, uh
Check, check, yeah
Check, check

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 (suwoo, 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
When I get them goons, you in the afterlife by afternoon
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 f*ck?)
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
F*ck 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 f*ck 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
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)

Triple S
Kane Train
Uh, I'm ice skatin'
I'm ice skatin' (Maybach Music)
Yes

Niggas come to conclusion, checks keep comin' concurrent
Shooters on the maneuver, really as a deterrent
M.A. 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

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Space Rabbit

I could do this shit all way through, f*ck this shit
Yeah, huh, gang, yeah

Ayo, let's get paper and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers (yeah, yeah)
It's King Rabbit, I rap, but I'll pull a drug caper (yeah, yeah)

Cocaine City, cold as a dope fiend titty (yeah)
Sellin' fetty so I can front up in the 850 (yeah)
Somethin' in the SF90 'Rari electrical (skrrt)
Space Rabbit push space coupe straight out of Monaco (yeah, yeah)

Space Kane, space age pimpin', MJ and Ball and them (yeah)
43rd and Main, used to cut the dope with Klonopin
Boy, they gon' fake you, hate you, underrate you
That bitch gon' always turn around, yo, that's the crazy thing about them tables (yeah, yeah)
Nothing but drug mules in my stable (yeah, uh)
You either whip it or you ship it, gave that goofy ho an ultimatum
Sucked me in the 'Vette, so I had to give her the keys to it
Once I drop this shit, bet them members be locking P's to it
Million used to feel like a dream, now I can breeze through it
I remember back when I used to wanna be G-Unit (G-Unit)
Record labels said I sound like Buck, they had the Rabbit Man f*cked up
They dropped me off, they cut my nuts
And I was down bad on my luck
This novacane straight off the bluff
I taste that shit and I got a rush
I had to stop drinkin' that lean, that shit was f*ckin' up my gut
Gun fights and sleepless nights, you see the pain all in my face
Package smell like gasoline, we got them things off in the tank
Big VL and I'm the big boss mafioso, I got rank
Don't need my son to be no doctor, he can always take my place
Prick his finger and kiss him, now he initiated
Sunday night through Thursday, you hit me, I get you situated
Wonder if I'm headed for hell and my soul obliterated
Neighbor kids just hit me, they mama just sold the 'frigerator (sold the 'frigerator)

Cocaine City, cold as a dope fiend titty
Sellin' fetty so I can front up in the 850
Somethin' in the SF90 'Rari electrical
Space Rabbit push space coupe straight out of Monaco

Skinny Suge Knight, I put that on my mama, ho (that's on my mama, ho)
Dripping that ice, how you robbers gon' rob the robber, ho? (Yeah)
Space Kane, space age pimpin', MJ and Ball and them
Insane, one way gang, I'm with the mob and them
These niggas lame, they say they gang, but they don't claim it often
I know the feds, they know my name, my picture's in they office
Address that man as Mr. Kane until they drop the coffin
I gave 'em forty bars of pain like Allen I, I cross 'em, yeah

Uh, yeah
Space Kane

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Yo, Freddie, what's goin' on? It's Jeff Ross
You invite me all the way to Vegas to party and you're not even answering
I'm down here in the casino with four of your fifteen baby mamas
What are you doin' up there, gangbangin' a rabbit, you freaky f*ck?
Freddie, why do you love rabbits so much?
Is it 'cause you're always hoppin' out of your child support?
What are you doin' up there, selling crack to Michael Jackson's uncles again?
Come on, man, I need you, I got you a spot on the comedy show opening up for T.I.
Come on, man
I know you're up there just snitchin' on people
No wonder nobody wants to do your album, Freddie
Come on, Freddie
Let's go

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Feel No Pain

Let us pray

King conqueror (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (ay)

Shit heavy, but I carry it with ease (on God)
Juices and the berries, wit a tail like Hakeem (call it off)
Breakin' down beef 'til it turn to mince meat
And I'm with a mob, order Bolognese
Nice with the paws, bob then I weave
Now we at large, whippin' cars in the streets
Like Keanu Reeves when he just did Speed
Bust it down for me, pussy better not stink (let us pray)

King conqueror (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (uh, yeah)

Shit heavy, but I carry it with ease (ueah)
Like a high school janitor, I'm carryin' them keys
Gave out credit for this dope, I'm cashin' paychecks with my fiends (oh, yes)
Back in the gap, when I hit that crack, I served my sacks at Mickey D's
On my mama 'nem
These crackers racist, noose at the races, Bubba Wallace them
F*ck a vacation, I just want justice for Breonna 'nem (yeah)
Can't go outside, I might catch Corona or a hollow tip (baow)
Dope in my Fanta, wrist on Niagara, got a lot of drip

King conqueror (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (ayo, ayo)

Stocks is hot and streets is lit
Blowin' past, gettin' cash, drivin' off in some gangster shit
Winner on top, keep a Glock, toast and pain and kiff
Carry strength, see the minks in my chain with drips
The untouchable, we plush, blowin' strains of piff
F*ck with us, find your neck in the strangest twist
I might change, Danny Ainge, the ball would swish
Assist mic's jumpin' over these flights and sick
We all doin' it, don't ruin it, Chef half moonin' it
Stay tuned, I'll be back for more licks
Ayo, .Paak, us, and Gibbs, we the monster clique
Don't talk money 'less you pull out a monster brick (Let us pray)

King conqueror (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (ay)

Let us pray
Oh my gosh
Cut it off
Shit heavy, carry it with ease
On one, two, uh
Three, uh, four (I just want justice for Brianna 'nem)
On the five (on my mama 'nem)
Chuck-chucka, chucka (blew my stacks at Mickey D's)

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Rabbit Vision

Yeah, feels like
Gotta pray for these niggas (yeah), know what I'm sayin' man?
You feel it?
I-I seent it, I seent it a mile away
But you know, I don't hate you, I love you (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
It's not in my nature to hate you

Uh, our Father, Black Godfather, that's my religion (yeah)
You took an oath to this family, how you gon' go against it?
These niggas snitchin', I pray that my premonition misses (damn)
A lot of shit, it broke my heart, but it fixed my vision (yeah)
Use yo' mama' pot to make them grams lock
We was dirty kids in the project alley, f*ck a sandbox
Passin' out them samples early mornin', givin' handouts
Got a spot at Marshall town, we trapped it 'til we ran out
These diamonds come from pressure, nigga
Sometimes, I feel like we so dope just to impress a nigga
Man there's so much beef within the gang, this shit be stressin' niggas
And I put my set before the gang, like who gon' check a nigga?
Now I'm talkin reckless nigga (yeah)
Bridges get burnt, we livin' turnt so niggas feelings get hurt (bitch)
You was a snake right form the start but I ain't feel it at first
I had yo back with rap you tried to get a deal, it ain't work
Fronted you packs on top of packs and now you stealin' the work
I'm glad I worked it out, the street shit almost f*cked up my potential
And this rap shit bringin' more enemies than friends, they out to get you
Talkin' tough on social sites, this shit get real in the streets
We had a spat, I talked to Wack
Ain't need the minister to settle no beef
Farrakhan, you know my religion (yeah)
I took an oath to this shit and I never went against it (never)
I started poppin' and Lord and 'nem started actin' different (f*ck you, nigga)
A lot of shit, it broke my heart, but it fixed my vision
Carbon, that's my dawg, I bust a slug for him
Me and Jeezy still ain't spoke in years, but I got love for him
Could've talked it out, but I spoke out, I let it get to me
Showed me I could be a f*ckin' boss, best thing he did for me
I needed the growth, too immature as shit, I needed to know (yeah)
Back in them days, I used to have to take a G for a show
I put the heroin on my block, they had the weed and the coke
I'm takin' chances with my life, I'd rather bleed than be broke, yeah (be broke)
And that's a f*cked up mentality, but it stay with me (yeah)
Matt got sent to boarding school, mama kept him away from me
Thuggin', livin' flagrantly, County court got a date for me (come on)
I'm comin' home, she leavin' for service, I hope she pray for me
Now they can't play with me (they can't play, nah)
Treated Virginia street like twenty-three hundred Jackson street
I rapped myself up out the G (yeah)
Had to switch the game on 'em (yeah)
'Cause every bullet that I send out, it might come back with my name on it
Freddie Kane
Cocked my hat, they showed me the handshake, yeah, he blessed me in it
Once I took an oath to this shit, then I never went against it (bands)
Heard they out to get me, well, tell them bitches I get 'em missin' (get them missin')
A lot of shit, it broke my heart, but it fixed my vision
Thuggin' in that Aston, I'm clutchin' the shifted lane switch
Drivin' that LS and my Chevy, I push to start the engine (yeah)
Heard these niggas snitchin', I pray that my premonition misses (yeah, yeah, yeah)
A lot of shit, it broke my heart, but it fixed my vision (yeah)

Smoking is not permitted on this floor of the triple-S resort
Thank you for your consideration

Freddie Gibbs, what's up? It's Joe Rogan
Listen, I just landed in Vegas, my guy came through
I got mushrooms, I got DMT
I got Kevlar underwear and extra bullets
Let's f*cking g-

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PYS

You goin' with me, Freddie

Pimp them sluts, break them hoes (light up, nigga)
Ride clean, smoke your dope (light up, nigga)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues (light up, nigga)
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (light up, bitch)
Pimp them sluts, break them hoes (you already know this)
Ride clean, smoke your dope
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't joke

Bitch
Pretty boy smile, nigga breakin' your ho
Pretty boy smile, teeth white like the blow
Presidential wrist, White House full of dope
Freddie jumpin' off, I got the dog for the low
Freddie jumpin' off, I got the norf for the low
Smokin' the informant, he involved with the po'
Nigga, ten toes down, never call on the flow
Let them other niggas cap while we gon' ball on the low
Pimpin' your slut, shoot in them guts
Shoot on her face, she gon' lick that shit up
Dipped in gold, back on them Vogues
Want a shot of dick? Then I'm chargin', ho
ATF and DEA I'm dodgin', ho
Still get my Frito Lay regardless ho
Caught up with the work, I ain't call that ho
Lawyer told me they ain't have enough to charge that ho
Pimpin' your slut, that pussy bussin'
Workin' for daddy, two bricks in her luggage
Coke in the carry-on, back in '06
She was whippin' for new Apple Bottoms and Dereon
Mama said, "Don't sell no crack on the telephone"
Tell the police I'm never home
'Cause a nigga dipped in gold, back on them Vogues
Want a shot of dick? Then I'm chargin', ho

Pimp them sluts, break them hoes
Ride clean, smoke your dope (what you mean?)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (light up, nigga)
Pimp them sluts, break them hoes (light up, nigga)
Ride clean, smoke your dope (light up, bitch)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't
DJ Paul, bitch

Whippin' in an all-black Cadillac
Pills up, hoes down, nigga, four flats
Tryna get money out of me? F*ck that
I'm on the same shit, I'm tryna put you on a track
Hard out here for a pimp? No mo'
Will I ever be broke again? Nigga, that's a "No"
Watch that syrup pour in slow-mo
But my drug of choice is that goddamn blow
I'm a pimp, I'm a mack, lookin' for the dollas
Need Trues and Vogues help me pull these models
Had a stash spot in the kick box Impala
Kept a TEC-9, kept Tony in the dolla
Memphis Ten, nigga man we been on some pimp shit
Been on some robbin', been with the bullshit
Come around here with the goods, we gon' pull shit
Nigga stay strapped, gotta keep me a tool kit

Keepin' me a tool kit, a full clip
Gary nigga, we be with the bullshit (yeah)
P. Diddy with the brick, I remix
Insane rabbit gang and Three 6 (yeah)
Get my ho to set him up, a free brick
Told a nigga never trust a freak bitch
I'ma break her off because I keep these bitches off my nuts
It only take a couple bucks to put you niggas in the dust
And I'ma pimp your slut

Pimp them sluts, break them hoes
Ride clean, smoke your dope (what you mean?)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (light up, nigga)
Pimp them sluts, break them hoes (light up, nigga)
Ride clean, smoke your dope (light up, bitch)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't
Bitch
Pimp them sluts, break them hoes
Ride clean, smoke your dope
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (hell, man)
Pimp them sluts, break them hoes
Ride clean, smoke your dope (hahaha)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't joke (Freddie)

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Dark Hearted

Yeah (Space Rabbit)
Yeah-yeah (yeah)
Yeah-yeah (Space Rabbit push a space coupe straight out of Monaco, yeah)
I pray the choppa never jam on me, yeah
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah), yeah-yeah
I pray the choppa never jam

.30-30 in my hands
DEA and detective done got me cuffed on that ambulance
Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland
Send a hit and scratch off a hit, bitch, I'm the murder man
Pray the Lord puts his hands on me
And I know I took a risk with this shit when I put my hands on it
All my enemies watchin', they plot and plan on me
They gon' end up one of them dead homies

'Cause how can a nigga stand on it when it ain't the truth?
Pussy niggas ran on me when it's time to shoot
Motherf*ck a friend, got them bitches out my crew
I know you wouldn't f*ck with me if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what niggas know about hard times
Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
I know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side
Still a rich nigga with mob ties

'Cause, nigga, we was locked in
Me and six of my niggas in one apartment
We was pushin' that molly, powder and hard ten
Back when bitches, they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin
Man, this game got me dark-hearted
Smoke a chain like a alcoholic, don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug it out to the end
But I guess that shit just wasn't on the plans
I pray this choppa never jam

.30-30 in my hands
Shoot him if he ain't DOA, we shoot up the ambulance
Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland
Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch, I'm the murder man
Dead nigga put his hands on me
I might pop another bottle and pour one out for your dead homie
Swear my friends turnin' fed on me (bitch)
Man, they pussy niggas, might take a stand on me

But how can a nigga stand on it when it ain't the truth?
Pussy niggas ran on me when it's time to shoot
She think I'm her man, baby, I'm just knockin' boots
I know you wouldn't f*ck with me if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what bitches know about hard times
Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
Know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side
Still a rich nigga with mob ties

'Cause, nigga, we was locked in
Me and six of my niggas in one apartment
We was pushin' that molly, powder and hard ten
Back when bitches, they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin
Man, this game got me dark-hearted
Smoke a chain like a alcoholic, don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug it out to the end
But I guess that shit just wasn't on the plans
I pray this choppa never jam (uh, yeah-yeah)

I pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)
I pray this choppa never jam on me (yeah-yeah)
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)
I pray this choppa never jam
I pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)
I pray this choppa never jam on me (yeah-yeah)
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)

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Gold Rings

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, CoKane (hahaha, you feel that?) (This for my down ass bicch)
Uh yeh, big rabbit, yeah, yeah (down ass bitch)

No gold rings, this shit just my main squeeze
Coming to the crib, breaking down a set of keys
Back in the days, I admit, I had some issues (yeah)
Two twelve on the chase, I jumped out, I crashed the rental
But you my down ass bitch (yeah)
The one that'd never f*ck up or snitch
I fleed the scene, a hit and run, I left the Glock with the switch
Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby, don't tell 'em shit (don't say shit)
And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my
College girl got her stressin', she got a jail record (damn)
I put the Range in her name and I'm f*ckin' up her credit
The judge gave her probation, she had knots in her stomach
After the case she wiped her Instagram and changed her number (the f*ck?)
Damn, bitch, thought we was gang, I would've killed for her (you running with this nigga?)
Ex nigga got you engaged, that nigga kneeled for her
Heartbreak most thug niggas ain't built for it
Tears steady droppin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my

Tattoos and some war wounds (war wounds)
Loudest nigga in the room, you ain't a killer, you a cartoon (you a cartoon)
Caught a new body in my old school (old school)
I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that nigga you'll be home soon (you'll be home soon)
Came whippin' hard, that's a hard sale (hard sale)
Bet I won't pay them bitches back, I play my cards with the cartel (cartel)
It's us against the world, it's all well (it's all well)
Bet I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my

Yeah
My cocaine novela
Soap opera shit
These are days of our pies

So many RN's I done made
Waitresses I done saved
The blow dryer bar for bitches who ain't learn to braid
Matured all the sorors and every AKA
Michelle's blueprint showed that error in their ways
All the rent I paid, you know I play it fair
Just leave an extra key so I can weigh it there
Bribe money so your boyfriend wouldn't lay up there
Dope game, I'm the ultimate create-a-player
2K21, Savage like 21
Fridays are draft night, you bitches is one and dones
I'm the one of one, I'm the summer son
I'm the street dream, Nas with the cummerbund
Jury Supreme Team, anchors is done and hung
The dope floats on a boat, now come give the drummer some
They going for thirty-three, I just let the numbers run
The king of the kilo, I don't believe none of 'em

Tattoos that's some war wounds (except Gibbs, war wounds)
Loudest nigga in the room, you ain't a killer, you a cartoon (you a cartoon)
Caught a new body in my old school (old school)
I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that nigga you'll be home soon (you'll be home soon)
Came whippin' hard, that's a hard sale (hard sale)
Bet I won't pay them bitches back, I play my cards with the cartel (cartel)
It's us against the world, it's all well (it's all well)
Bet I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' in my

As always, your safety and well being is of premier priority here at the Triple S
You will be notified when our conditions change

Gibbs, what's up, man? This is your boy, Jesus, man
Gibbs, where you at, man?
Usually, the world looking for me, I don't go looking for the world
I mean, I'm just saying
I just came from the Appalachian Mountains
I was up there chilling, smoking some weed with some Buddhist monks
We was having the bestest of times
And all of a sudden my pager go off
And I gotta come straight down here to holler at you, Gibbs
When trust me, man, I am the way and the light
And speaking of lights, you got one?
'Cause I wanna light this bomb-ass kush
Matter fact I'ma come by there with this kush I got for you
We gon' break bread, I got some fish, I got some bread
And we just gon' have a whole feast right now
And talk about this, Gibbs, I love you, brother
Holla at your boy, it's Jesus

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Grandma's Stove

Yeah, I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
I'm at grandmama's stove, I drained the pot and scooped the 'caine out
And I can't write my raps because my tears might flood the page out

And we been on the road for like ten years, keeping twenty blicks in a sprinter van
Shows was hella empty but f*ck it, I got my niggas in
Once I started popping I started flying them bitches in
Then I had a baby on E and f*cked up the wedding plans
We could've fixed shit between us but I can't fight my demons
I never knew shit would lead us to child support subpoenas
Rap deadbeat daddy, that's how they tried to paint me
And that's a shame 'cause those that know me know I love my babies
Raven was a rat, she scratched the Benzy and I dropped the charges
That ho know she never had my heart so she attacked my pockets
Gotta watch how you rockin' with these groupies, this shit get retarded
If it wasn't me, it'd be a athlete or another artist

I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
I rep that big VL, I brought them T's and them Insanes out
You open that back door against the gang, it'd be a bang out

The numbers is jumping, left wrist cost a hundred and something
You selling eighths at thirty-eight, bitch, you thuggin' for nothing
My nigga White beat two cases, that was a God blessing
He rich enough to leave the streets but he too hardheaded
All my niggas energy is rap, sell dope
Ducking the reaper, ain't no sleeping when you juggling both
My 'migo told me f*ck that rap shit 'cause that shit was a joke
Lambo can't get me in the booth, I get my he'ron in bulk
I gave Diego so much game, I hope he takes something from it
And I made plays for my nigga, I pray he make something of it
The saddest part about success is that the hate come from it
I hit up Black, got my first nine, I paid like eight-somethin' for it, yeah

I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
Them Gary streets was cold but I'm the one that made a lane out
When H got caught with work, he never snitched or gave my name out, I love him for that

Benz start, push a button for that
When you get rich, you might cut off some of your brothers for that
For that, I bought a house out in Cali, I made it out for real
Pop Smoke killed in the Hills, that shit gave me the chills
Willy was my day one nigga, we done been through some shit
Thought that I was never gon' see him after that Europe shit
Nigga we was broke and we would share my food
I hate Jabree had to get killed for us to get back cool
A nigga stressing so I numb it with drugs, liquor and table dances
Need to slow my roll 'cause my daddy battling stomach cancer
Tryna chase my dream but I hate the shit that I'm runnin' after
Had some deadly beef with some rappers but that's another chapter

I smoke a opp to take the pain out
Pull up at your show and air your motherf*ckin' stage out
They caught me at The Box and sent some shots, I sent some change out
Told them pussy niggas get umbrellas, it's gon' rain out, motherf*cker
I smoke a opp to take the pain out
Pull up on your block and air your Rari or your Range out
They caught me at the light and sent some shots, I sent some change out
I told them pussy niggas get umbrellas, it's gon' rain out, motherf*cker

Yeah, even if you bring an umbrella (umbrella)
You can't stop the pouring (no)
You ignore the warnings (warnings)
Should've seen the signs (signs)
It's so hard to pretend (hard to pretend)
Shit gets too real (real)
See, I know no one's coming (no)
So f*ck how you feel (how you feel)
You should save yourself, I can't save you (no)
Time we lost, can't make up (no)
All them shots, no chaser (no)
Normal talk, that's played out
I gave you all of me
But obviously it don't align with what you want or what I need
You don't deserve the right to parts of me
You could tell whoever about your fall to me (no)

We apologize for the noise and disturbance on the penthouse floors
We assure you we are currently investigating the matter
We appreciate your patience while staying with us at the Triple S Resort and Casino

Hey Fred, it's your mom, call me
To me, haven't heard from you in a while
Give me a call when you get a chance
I love you, bye bye
(Soul Sold Separately)

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CIA

Let's not waste no motherf*ckin' time (aw, yeah)
(Wow, haha, yeah) Check, check
(Yeah) Mic' check, check, check
You know what I'm sayin'? This type of shit, bitch
Mic' check, check, check (yeah)
I put a bow tie on and hard bottoms on for a ho (bitch)
Mic' check, check, check (uh, yeah, yeah)
Go eat the bitch up, pussy bitch (yeah, uh)
Mic' check, check, check (the drink was good)
Bitch, I need the check, check, check (the Swisher good)
Yeah, uh, yeah

I did this album off pages ripped out my diary
Confessions and hard lessons, killers confide in me (yeah, yeah)
I hear the deuce around D'USSE and he gon' slide with me (yeah)
Need my money back, you can't ever YK Osiris me (hahaha)
Did it all, extortions to the bribery (yeah)
Banned from Instagram, still makin' millions, they can't silence me (nah)
Ex had set me up, her brother robbed me 'round 2003 (bitch)
Tryna get some pussy bumpin' Jagged Edge I Gotta Be, I'm tryna be
Too legit to quit, just hit a lick and served two in a split (yeah)
Four ways, cold thangs, no way I die, old age
Don't stunt around your homies 'less those niggas make they own lane
And if they can't, they knock you out the box, man, it's a cold game
Shortage on the dough, now this fetti fundin' the campaign
Servin' Big Rabbit Rose, Big Rabbit champagne
Freshmen cover, everybody had they deal except for Kane
Ashamed 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game

Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game
Shot 'em but that f*ck nigga made it, I'm on my last days
Youngings doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page
CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram and AIDS

Brooklyn introduced me to the smack, poisonin' they veins
Sent it to the West side of the 'Raq, Lord, run my chains
Feel like if we link up and squash the beef it won't be the same (yeah, it ain't the same, nigga)
Shoutout Will Gates mane, folks and 'nem gave me hella game (yeah, yeah, hella game)
Kane Train smokin' (smokin', yeah), remember them nights that I was broke
I cried on Erica's shoulder and now my tears frozen
Man, I'm just bein' open, when I was f*ckin' up the count
Ain't have no Audemar yet, I was rappin' and hopin' (yeah)
And if this shit was my last album, then I went out the coldest
If this shit was my last album, at least I rap with Otis
Al took me straight to the Grammy's, I wasn't expectin' that (nah)
Now if they ask you if you from Gary, they got respect for that (they got respect for that)

Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game
Shot 'em but that f*ck nigga made it, I'm on my last days
Youngings doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page
CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram and AIDS (yeah, yeah)
Afraid 'cause these devils that infiltrated the rap game
Feel like spendin' time with my children, I'm on my last days (yeah)
Youngings doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page
CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram and AIDS

Check, check (yeah, aight)
Mic' check, check, check (don't let that clout f*ck you up, nigga)
Mic' check, check, check (uh, bitch)
Run me my check, check, check (uh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, uh) Mic' check, check, check, bitch
They was barely blow, they was barely there
Cracker-ass and Instagram, nigga (the CIA)
The CIA, nigga, crackers, wherever they
Crack, Instagram and AIDS, man (man, that's the song)
That's what they did to us, man
That's what we call the CIA

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Decoded

Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like this
Nigga, f*ck it, I get paid like this
Mama said that it'd be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like this (yeah)
Nigga, f*ck it, I get paid like this (yeah, yeah)

Shit get wet, up, triple threat, uh
Devil in the flesh walking in Triple S, uh
Bullet with the green tip go through the vests, uh
1990 Testarossa, f*ck a Tesla
My Uncle Sam sold me them yams, government issued grams
Grandma got her taxes back, I can trap out the Grand Am
Cooking dope to Gregory and Luther, that was a nigga jam (there's nothing better than love)
Bitch, ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man
Iced out G where my heart used to be (bitch)
I smoke a nigga then show up while they reading his eulogy
I blew my first million on cars, drugs, bitches and jewelry
I rent a section, now all of my connection Chuck Woolery
Corleone casino, Freddie Tarantino
They do me like Benny Blanco then I'll go smoke Carlito
In Vegas, I sold a kilo at a suite in the Rio
I often eat with them people that'll kidnap your people

I live for the moment, stuck in the minute
In an instance, my vision was showing what I was missing
Damn, I should've listened
Too many homies locked down off in prison, living
Isn't this how it was supposed to be?
Chose to be knee-deep off in this dope game and I sold a ki'
To an undercover, low-down motherf*cker got me
Ducking indictments, paying the price is an understatement
I'm ten toes in the pavement
I'd rather die than give a statement
And we don't talk to police, f*ck 12, f*ck 'em
Let 'em meet me in hell 'cause a cell ain't an option
The streets ain't the only people watching
(Feds on my line, every phone call popping)
I can hear it deep down in my spirit
I'm super careful what I say, a nigga leery
You hear me?

Man, it's like we failed our youngsters, man
It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That shit that they can live by
That shit they can, you know, music to drive by, you feel me?
Like, like, like, my, my nigga
These lil' youngsters walkin' around this bitch like they bulletproof, man
Come on, dawg, wake the f*ck up, man
Don't you know a nigga'd knock your head motherf*ckin' out here with that bullshit?
Quit playing, dawg, straight up

Soul Sold Separately
Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you?

Norva, Lambo, it's Julian, man
Yo, you guys gotta turn this f*ckin' album in, man
It's been three years
Freddie has himself holed up in a f*ckin' suite in Vegas
I know he's tryna charge us for that shit
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by the way, Norva, put the wings down
F*ckin' room service is not recoupable