Freddie Gibbs, Pusha T, Killer Mike, Madlib - Palmolive lyrics

'Caine season
Fuckin' my pastor's daughter and
Two Jesus pieces
Droppin' this blow on the basement floor
My Yeezy's squeakin'
Reppin the fam, I pledge allegiance
Undefeated fuck the 40 acres and a mule
They gave us niggas the eagle
Popeye spoons and needles
Sold a piece of crack to
Police it's Mario Van Peebles
Servin' every prom queen and Pookie
With that vanilla smoothie
Scary Gary, nigga
My neighborhood somethin' like Fallujah
Vladimir banana clip
Move with Russian colluder shooters
Fuck a track hoe
Sellin' that pussy on computers
Pimpin'll never die, Timberland
Have a trunk of dueces


Trunk of deuce of hard white fish
Then I made a wish
A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen
I'm never gon' wash a dish
It's Mr clean, Glass All, Palmolive
These niggas don't know how hard you ridin'
For they ass 'til you park it
In 1998 I sold a Glock-19 chopper
2018, I'm finna reclaim my fuckin' time to
Cop the Rollie flooded Maxine Waters
Fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us
We got a reality star in the God damn office
Quite like the Regan Days
Fernado said he used to move
Chickens in the Noriega days
I disrespect his name and he signed
My face with the razor blade baby Tony
Top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni
Chopping up this block white top of
Some Yoshi ala mode it's
Whoever kill him first is gonna get promoted
Boy, I was gettin' away with
Murder before Gazelle fucked Violas
Gangsta Gibbs

Young nigga, dope money
Just have at it nigga
Make money, mo' money, mathematics nigga
But the po-po's, they comin' for yo money
Nigga
Play low, I mean low, like no money, nigga

Young nigga, dope money
Just have at it nigga
Make money, mo' money, mathematics nigga
But the po-po's, they comin' for yo money
Nigga
Play low, I mean low, like no money, nigga

Look, real bars are the ill bars
These scars are the only real
Proof they couldn't kill Gods
My coke hand is still
Sketching out my memoirs
What I did to door panels on them Windstars
Gem stars left cuts in the dinner plates
There's new stash spots
The AC don't just ventilate
Take over your blocks
Young niggas assimilate we all break bread
Like goin' dutch on a dinner date
The love of your life
Rap nigga with fake watches
The serial number don't match the gift boxes
The bezel on her Ballon Bleu do the Tinashe
The bitch told me two-tone
Rollies was too blahzay (Yugh)
Way more chemical than political
PTSD from what I weighed on the digital
It was snowfall and Regan gave me the visual
Obama opened his doors
Knowing I was a criminal
I took a risk, I took a brick
Took a road trip to a Motel 6
Get it wholesale and you know
I won't tell shit
Ride coat tails, then he really want that lit
Just another in the mix nigga
I'm rich nigga
Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?
Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga
Like Cleo, settin' it off
Takin' yo' bitch, nigga, ooh!

Young nigga, dope money
Just have at it nigga
Make money, mo' money, mathematics nigga
But the po-po's, they comin' for yo money
Nigga, play low, I mean low, like no money
Nigga

Young nigga, dope money
Just have at it nigga
Make money, mo' money, mathematics nigga
Brotha, low, low, like talkin' to baby mama
Nigga fake rap, tell that bitch this
Is that show money, nigga

I know a guy in my neighborhood
He came home from work one day and caught his
Best friend in the hall with his wife
They had all day to go to bed
Pulled out a45, shot both of 'em
Next morning
His friend went down to the jail
He said, "Fred, don't take it so hard"
He said, "It could have been worse"
He said, "What you mean
It could have been worse?" he said, "Man
Two people dead i might
Get the electric chair
You tell me it could have been worse?"
He said, "yeah
Baby it could have been worse"
He said, "What you mean?"
He said, "Hell, if you'd have
Came Thursday instead of Friday
You'd have gotten me too"