Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Cataracts lyrics

[Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Cataracts lyrics]

Yeah, check, check, yeah, uh
Chillin' in my, uh, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh

Old school chevy thang, Cadillac
Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts
Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat
Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe
Livin' la vida broke-a
Fuckin' these smokers up and baggin' crack
Antonio Montana dream
Mama wasn't havin' that
Niggas ain't know no better
We fuck 'em and pass 'em
We was passin' rats
Bitch, you wet my 'Wood up
Dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back

Bitch, pass it back, pass the Act'
Codeine got me passin' out
Crown mix it with cranberry
Tryna see what that about
'Member we hit that lick and tied up
Them Crips in that Atlanta house
Had to smoke that nigga that came along with
Us 'cause he was gon' rat us out
Seem like my actions was devil sin
I can't sympathize fuck generation next
This generation genocide
Your social stat make you
Fantasize about a homicide to me
The guy that lie is the black man personified
Anticipatin' and killin' my own
In search of wealth
Should he come knockin' at the door
Of your home, you know, for death
Knew the Lord was in the room when
My daughter took her first breath
Cold turkey on the dope
Had to gain the knowledge of self

In my old school chevy thang Cadillac
Good, good good for my cataracts
Bad food fast food, gettin' fat
Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe

I'm chillin' in my old school
Chevy thang, Cadillac
Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts
Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat
Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe
Livin' la vida broke-a
Fuckin' these smokers up and baggin' crack
Antonio Montana dream
Mama wasn't havin' that
Niggas ain't know no better
We fuck 'em and pass 'em
We was passin' rats
Bitch, you wet my 'Wood up
Dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back

Wish I could put that pussy
Off in my pockets, i would leave with that
Hit my after your cycle
I need that pussy with no string attached
Fiendin' to get it, won't hit
It, against my religion
A nigga won't bleed for that
You lucky enough to get you
A nigga with morals
You needed to heed to that
Turkey bacon, bitch
Like my toast buttered on both sides
Chevy dipped in liquid cocaine
My Casper the Ghost ride
I let some people go from my
Company and they sold out
I know that they jumpin' straight into Hell
I pray that they nosedive
Mama said don't leave out the house if
You ain't got Jesus with you last Supper
You might get fucked by niggas
That's eatin' with you
Side bitch was trippin'
I fucked but won't spend
The evening with her
My baby mama switched up her diet
I'ma go vegan with her
Father, please deliver us niggas
Carnivorous niggas
I walk amongst the dumb, deaf, and blind
And them frivolous niggas and dope, rap
And basketball punchin' a ticket for niggas
You put it in the book then I
Guess you done hid it from niggas

I'm chillin' in my old school
Chevy thang, Cadillac
Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts
Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat (New shit)

Mashallah, rest in peace to Tha Jacka
Paradise, the next life
I'll see you in the hereafter
I'm in that ebony Instagram
My nigga was mad I ain't smashin'
Nigga, I don't need you for the feature
Really don't fuck with no rapper
I don't got no problem with these
Niggas wearin' they dresses and skirts
When you pop up with an opinion and
Drag your name through the dirt
On the Day of Judgement
Niggas gon' pay for they dirt including me
Couldn't push my boat through the lake of
Fire 'cause my paddles was burnt
Uncle was smokin' that work
Can't come in the crib
I serve you through the gate
Smell the dope off in the air
Jimmy Duggan, shake and bake
Used to walk a dog with H
In and out, Empire State '68 Chevalle
Don't need no Bentley truck
Or fuckin' Wraith 2014, addicted to lean
I was depressed as fuck
Duckin' shots and wonderin' if my
Own niggas set me up
And if they knock me down
I wonder would one of my niggas help me up?
Pockets, they finger-lickin', they
Honey kettle chicken, breaded up
Bitch, get your bread up, bitch
I say my pockets, they finger-lickin'
Honey kettle chicken, breaded up, bitch

This that new shit madlib, that new shit
Takin' over, new king, woo
Let that shit ride out
You better pray twice, nigga

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