Freddie Gibbs - CIA lyrics

Let's not waste no motherfuckin' 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'USSÉ and
He gon' slide with me (yeah)


Need my money back
You can't ever YK Osiris me (Ha ha ha)
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 Rosé
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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 GRAMMYs
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 fuck 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, a'ight)
Mic' check, check, check
(Don't let that clout fuck 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