Freddie Gibbs - Insecurities lyrics

Nigga pick up the phone
Nigga i just got back from back from my
Show, you woulda loved this shit, it
Was hella hoes, nigga hella bitches
I stacked my bread up
Though, nigga, I think I'mma get this ring
For Erica though, my nigga yeah, i think
She the one, I want you to be
The best man and shit my nigga
For real hit me when you get back my nigga

Tell the streets I've been down for a minute
Chop it up and let my real niggas finish
Had the kitchen or the stove
Pockets on swole choppin' up them O's
I was gettin' it on the road
I was ready for whatever man
I remember I was sellin' things
I let it go, I let it go
Said I was ready for whatever man
With some niggas, they don't ever change
I let it go, I let it go

Yeah, Cadillacs, Impalas
Nigga we ride Vogues
This for you pussy ass niggas
And you weak ass hoes
I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga
Three times gold
Dip through in traffic, smoking dope
Like I don't see 5-0
License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant
Careful blocking
Pop some shots just to impress my niggas
Insecure about my looks
Wouldn't pop it with the bitches
Rob and stole for diamond jewels
I thought I needed attention
Why I was starvin' for attention? All
She wanted is my attention
All I wanna do is smoke and fuck her
Thug it out and keep shit undercover
Told myself that I would never love her
But I cuss her out, blow up her phone
Get mad if another nigga touch her
Insecure and in my motherfuckin' feelin's
Thought that I was chasin' money
I was chasin' bitches
But when the Lord gave me my daughter
Helped me paint the picture
Man all the shit I did
I'm blessed the streets ain't take a nigga
Nigga I stay

Ready for whatever man
And some niggas, they don't ever change
I let it go, I let it go
And I remember I was sellin' things
I was ready for whatever man
I let it go, I let it go

Bentleys and Beamers, Impalas, Caprices
I scope up Diego, my nigga, we beepin'
My day run, we gang bang, we run off
We throw weight i murder for my dogs
We eat off the same plate
We masked up, all my niggas masked up
Did a show in Brooklyn
Niggas tried to get me blast up
Thought you was my nigga
Hate to see me get my cash up
Then some niggas hit me
Hollows almost tore my ass up
Your shooters was some actors
Actin' ass niggas
Scared to squeeze the trigger
Some amateur ass niggas
Used to hit the road and get
Stacks of them cash with them
Only time I let me know when you
Were stabbed in the back nigga

I remember we was sellin' things
Came to you, I'd do whatever man
I let it go, I let it go
I was ready for whatever man
I remember I was sellin' things
I let it go, I let it go
And I was ready for whatever man
With some niggas, they don't ever change
I let it go, I let it go, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga, we ride Vogues
Fuck you pussy ass niggas and
You weak ass hoes
I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga
Three times gold
Dip through in traffic, smoking dope
Like I don't see 5-0
License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant
Careful blocking
Pop some shots just to impress my niggas
Insecure about my looks
Wouldn't pop it with the bitches
Rob and stole for diamond jewels
I thought I needed attention
Why I was starvin' for attention? All
She wanted is my attention fuck you bitches
All my daughter want is my attention
All she want is my attention, yeah
So why am I starvin' for attention?
All she want is my attention, hmm
Starvin' for attention
My daughter wants my attention