Freddie Gibbs - From Tha G lyrics

One time for your mind, uhh
Yo, creepin' rollin in my ole green hoopty
Trunk quakin' niggas can't take it
Bitch sue me
You boys don't move me, I blow my green
I get high while I drive
Yea thats my routine
On the dailyi go kiss my momma on the cheek
Throw my nikes on my feet, roll a sweet
And I hit the street
Rest in peace to my cousin
We buried him last week
Hopefully the day they don't put
Me under the concrete, i peep
These niggas reaction when I pass em
Smile at a playa
But really they wanna blast em
Really for no reason
But beefin' is everlastin'
Rather walk up and shoot em
Then simply walk up and ask em


How can we get along?
Crackers knowin' it's wrong
1 deceased, 1 in jail, 2 niggas with 1 stone
This the type of shit we face in
This place that I call home
Some niggas just gettin' by
Some niggas is gettin' known

And I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on
My motherfuckin' riches
Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be
I let a motherfucker know I'm from theg
So I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on
My motherfuckin' riches
East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be
I let a motherfucker know I'm from theg

Yup, most niggas from the
G ain't one hundred
Get in the mix with a bitch nigga
You'll learn from it
I done seen niggas get burn
From it and locked down
I only fuck with certain niggas
When I come around
Big rock, fingeroll, Heddin, them my niggas
Willy picked up the liquor
JP done rolled up the swisha
E-Dub and Ironwood, D-Edge and Ivoe
Derett, Turtlebanks, my niggas from Chicago
And all the hoes I know
You know I got love for yea hard dick
Hard liquor could kill up a blood for yea
Hoes sneaky they be creepin'
Like leechesthey blood suckas
Fuck with me cause Freddie Gibbs
Ain't your typical motherfucker
(Nahh) I'm way to cool to be
A fool for a broad
Cause bitch I'd rather hit the
Mall with my motherfuckin' dawgz
I cut a lot of motherfuckers off though
Now they got my dick in they mouth
Fuck what you thought ho

And I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on
My motherfuckin' riches
Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be
I let a motherfucker know I'm from theg
So I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on
My motherfuckin' riches
East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be
I let a motherfucker know I'm from theg

Baby I been blowin' kill
In different area codes
Southern Cali, Southern Texas
And Southern Florida hoes
Put my bitch up in the tiki
But nigga hot in the cold
Summertime to the winter these
Niggas dump and reload
Bustin' until they hit it
Plenty wigs get splitted in a city full of
Crooked polices and politicians
I be all in different parts of the country
Different adventures
But I never could forget
About 17th and Virginia
Land of lost hope, clouds of mill smoke
Community devoured by hard, and soft dope
Addicts they can't cope
Vice Lords and Folks
Every man for himself these
Niggas is cuttthroat
I flow coast to coast where the Gs' be at
Nothin' but pride in my city
And I bleed for that
I love Gary, Indiana like weed and yack
Even if they don't love me back
I'm gettin' scratch

So I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on
My motherfuckin' riches
Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be
I let a motherfucker know I'm from theg
So I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on
My motherfuckin' riches
East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be
I let a motherfucker know I'm from theg
Yupp