Freddie Gibbs, Mac Miller, Domo Genesis, Meechy Darko, Casey Veggies, G-Wiz, Sulaiman - Piñata lyrics

Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish
You could buy time, but it's my time
Thoughts against I, blasphemy
It's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high
I just get equally back in my right mind
I'm getting lethal with these nice lines
Creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief
Of in the nighttime
Young Doms, none of you niggas correspond
Bitch kick the fuck out of the
Track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga
I bomb shit shit ain't all good no more
Y'all on your con shit
The fuck is your conscience?
Testing me is nonsense
The whole city is mine
I'm the best up in my conference
Ain't feeling me, fine
Ain't gotta listen to my shit
You can hear about me from the
Critics all on my dick

Bitch, I've been thugging since
The motherfucking Ten Speed
Redbone on my handlebars
I like my bitches mixed breeds
Feel the Philly tighten with a
20 sack of stress weed
Educated, at the stove I'm working recipes
Reputation say I'm robbing
Just for recreation revive my enemy with
Gun-to-mouth resuscitation
Can't wait to this pussy nigga pay me
I'm impatient let's go kick in their door
And strip them naked, leave 'em stinking
No witness, no weapon, my nigga
The case is over
The reaper snatched 'em, closed casket
His family needs a closure
And Moses had ten commandments
Huey had ten points
Won't see my homie for ten
Dropped him off at the joint
Staring at my future in my rear-view
Family cried some tears, I got some years
It ain't no issue mama with the tissue
Saw her breaking down
She just might cry a river murder one
She can't believe she raised
That type of nigga

I tried to do right
But it only got your boy fucked in the game
So I changed my mind
Now I'm back on this grind
Trying to get this change
Niggas hate to see me getting it
Travelling packs with a red dot
Boy, it ain't your knot
Trying to get what you got
When the rain and the pain gon' stop
Standing on the porch early, no shoes
Selling blow in my socks
And I was watching for the ghetto bird
Ain't got no money for college
So all I know is how to sack and how to serve
I be damned if I miss
Another lick for the chips
Got me stacking, almost splurging on weed
Syrup and whips
Niggas around my way be loving it
I'm Cadillac'ing
Blowing good alligators with the
Belts to match i got an ounce with an ounce
To match, bust it down, get back
Hopefully maybe get the clique out the trap
I need dough like a bread baker (Amen) 24
7, got ready on the turf, player all day

Make 'em hop in the new coupe
Niggas been winning, that ain't nothing new
Forgive me for the sinning that they
Be doing in this business
Not using their words to express truth
Out in the streets with a screw loose
On the Westside I got the juice
Just tell me what you trying to do
She loving the crew and
Ain't fucking with you
I go where the hood niggas get into it
I go where the bad girls go shop
Every window tinted but the rooftop
That money I'll just spend it
To get you shot
Can they be hating, they got no reason
Right where they got me
The place I Delete 'em
We kicking on weaklings just for
All of their secrets
I can't believe the shit that I'm seeing
I'm hearing the words, doing my reading
It's really absurd
Not enough leaders, the shit
That they feed you
It's just what you eating
They call me young Veggies
I make it go green
I smash in all your teeth
The fuck is you saying?
You got the candy's, the niggas is spraying
To get away and take over the land, yeah

My mind on capital, I'm not just rapping
Dude i'm out to speak actual factual
Watch how a master moves
You ball a fist what that gon do
I'm from a city clapping fools
You off the tit and lacking
While watching me fashion stools
Shitting styles
You never had a hot line that I didn't dial
Little princes always trying to
Fit a bigger crown but don't forget I sit
Amidst some seasoned gents
Them bitches knowing he a pimp ain't
Even need to read the blimp
It was a good day, good day to O'Shea
A death certificate for anyone who
Lay in my way
You best revisit all the tombstones
That lay in my wake
Me being knowledge, be honest
You seen the prophet get
Sacrificed by the Ops
It get ratchet when ratchets
Out and they firing residue on pinata's
Wonder what's up inside of 'em
It's sure ain't no Vicodin cause
It up and excited 'em
But they ain't get high enough
If you ain't succeed, nigga
Buy again then try again

It's the irrational type of nigga
The John Madden tackle you
Steal your car keys and crash
Your coupe in the botanical
Wrap you with shackles, tangle you
Pull from ever angle, dismantle you
Watch your blood mixed with mud
And stain the gravel too grab and shoot
Rib cage open like a parachute
Close range, Swiss blade
Poke 'em if it's personal
Blood stains, gold fangs, mask on, no trait's
Murder one, closed case, stolen whip
No plates
Half a body in the trunk, go to prison
No way speed off the Brooklyn bridge before
I catch a cold case
Realize I'm the voice for those who
Do not have a voice
So I voice my fucking voice
I don't have a fucking choice
Cold blooded, leave some niggas
Well I hope you got insurance
Shotgun and shorty lift 'em like
The potent in my joint
Barrels smoking like Red Auerbach
Still can't believe I'm getting fed on rap
I don't know what's louder
The pack or the gat

My endorphins are morphin'
Absorbin' energy original copy
A Tale of Two Cities gets read to me
Reading Emerson novels eating
Some Belgian waffles
Some powder go up my nostrils
My dick going down her tonsils
What's up? Play with an abacus
I've been stressing like Catholics
That's the shit
A bit of that happiness in my cup
This generation corrupt
These people brainwashed with evil
My music is more cerebral
Exploring just what you need to
So this your Exodus, church of the Methodist
Beating up the pussy
Have her screaming like a exorcist
Absorb it through your pores
The Lord with horns, a world war
Whores are more hors d'oeuvre when
It's a world tour o'Doyle Rules