Freddie Gibbs - Freddie Gordy lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs - Freddie Gordy lyrics]
Yeah, for sure nigga
We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga
For real
Dolo and the pour
Got me tore up from the floor up gang signs
Gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
All the real niggas know us
Back in '09 me and Lam we
Was looking for a way out
But ain't nobody want to show us
Riding round' selling blow
Shotgun doors out his Volvo
Must have sowed a whole O up
And you stuck it out with me
I love you like a brother
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't
Have a record deal or nothing
I know you hate the fact that I'm
So loyal to my street affiliation
But my niggas need a pack?
I'm out here thuggin'
Willie and Diego need a pack?
I'm out here thuggin'
My nigga Butter hit me for a
Pack? I'm out here thuggin'
And now the DEA they checking on me
When I'm getting on a plane
Double life it got me ducking under covers
I just want to be legit man, shit man
And every time I touch the dope I say
That "this gonna' be my last flip man"
I got a shorty that's willing
To sell it for me she my lover, my homie
The devil cursed me with a pimp hand
I hope my daughter never lives
This type of lifestyle
Creeping under street lights as a night child
My uncle still can't put the
Liquor or the pipe down
Meanwhile I'm in this kitchen whipping
Up the while gal
Plus I got addictions of my own, boy
The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy
The Oxycontin & heavy syrup got me
Looking in the mirror saying
"Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?"
Smoking on some shit that I
Can't pass to a nigga
Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga
Down to kick in the door, 44 Mags to a nigga
Got some habit's I pray that I
Never pass to a nigga
All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy
And fuck police cause' they killing
You and killing me slanging and banging
My paper stay getting fatter
So do black lives
Matter when you're about to kill your enemy?
I need to know it
Drop that paper boy don't be heroic
You'll get a trip to see your
Jesus if you're reaching for it
A real solid street nigga
Never been extorted
You pussy niggas shouldn't be living
Should have been aborted
It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone
Freddie Gordy
Just left the studio and served
A birdie for the 40 i bet my niggas kill the
Witness if I get reported
The shit I spit is so
Realistic shouldn't be recorded
Dolo and the pour
Got me tore up from the floor up gang signs
Gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
All the real niggas know us
We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga
For real
Dolo and the pour
Got me tore up from the floor up gang signs
Gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
All the real niggas know us
Back in '09 me and Lam we
Was looking for a way out
But ain't nobody want to show us
Riding round' selling blow
Shotgun doors out his Volvo
Must have sowed a whole O up
And you stuck it out with me
I love you like a brother
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't
Have a record deal or nothing
I know you hate the fact that I'm
So loyal to my street affiliation
But my niggas need a pack?
I'm out here thuggin'
Willie and Diego need a pack?
I'm out here thuggin'
My nigga Butter hit me for a
Pack? I'm out here thuggin'
And now the DEA they checking on me
When I'm getting on a plane
Double life it got me ducking under covers
I just want to be legit man, shit man
And every time I touch the dope I say
That "this gonna' be my last flip man"
I got a shorty that's willing
To sell it for me she my lover, my homie
The devil cursed me with a pimp hand
I hope my daughter never lives
This type of lifestyle
Creeping under street lights as a night child
My uncle still can't put the
Liquor or the pipe down
Meanwhile I'm in this kitchen whipping
Up the while gal
Plus I got addictions of my own, boy
The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy
The Oxycontin & heavy syrup got me
Looking in the mirror saying
"Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?"
Smoking on some shit that I
Can't pass to a nigga
Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga
Down to kick in the door, 44 Mags to a nigga
Got some habit's I pray that I
Never pass to a nigga
All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy
And fuck police cause' they killing
You and killing me slanging and banging
My paper stay getting fatter
So do black lives
Matter when you're about to kill your enemy?
I need to know it
Drop that paper boy don't be heroic
You'll get a trip to see your
Jesus if you're reaching for it
A real solid street nigga
Never been extorted
You pussy niggas shouldn't be living
Should have been aborted
It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone
Freddie Gordy
Just left the studio and served
A birdie for the 40 i bet my niggas kill the
Witness if I get reported
The shit I spit is so
Realistic shouldn't be recorded
Dolo and the pour
Got me tore up from the floor up gang signs
Gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
All the real niggas know us