Freddie Gibbs - Nigga Machine lyrics

Yeah, yeah i know you feel it right
I'm bout to kill it right
I know you feel it right
I'm bout to kill it right
I know you feel it right

Yo, fuck the dumb shit
I step off on this motherfuckin' jammin'
Got my package i'm bout to
Get this motherfucker slammin'
Give me 6 for the zip
I need 22 for the cutie
65 for the whole enchilida
That tootie fruitie
No this ain't a movie but
All my sentences cinematic
Yes I started rappin'
Wrappin' the crack in my nigga attic
Flowin' to myself and next thing
You know it was automatic
Rap is full of faggots so
I'm ecstatic about my status
Straight gangsta razor in the mouth shit
Fuck all the love songs that
Keep Pee Herman outfit's
I get my thug on cause that's
Just what i'm down wit
Niggas raised on food stamps
And public housing
Cause my poppa was a copper so other
Children didn't wanna play with me
Had to go extra harder to show 'em
There was no fake in me
Dealers, killers and bakers relate to me
Cause, I never been a bitch or a snitch
Smokin' gun can't alpha omega me
Hustlin', I got that shit from my uncle
Pimpin' i picked it up from my grandaddy
I'm from the ghetto not Degrassi, so I
I rapidly spit it and give 'em the
Visual flow in the same rhyme
I'm out on bail and on
Probation at the same time
Motherfuck a PO and all his police amigos
I get slammin' in that caddy
Like slab bumpin' that Z-Ro
Went from Brooklyn to the G with a
Key of D in the GO
These niggas singin' like Ne-Yo and
Takin' D on the d-low
Snitches pointed out my spot to the
People but i was ditchen' em
Once I hit the fence I got
The dippin' like Harry Dickinson
Sugar sick and demented for Benjamins
Same niggas that shitted on me
And didn't pay attention i got 'em listenin'
Gibbs, nigga