Freddie Gibbs, Jay Rock - Rep 2 tha Fullest lyrics

It sound funny but
But I hope this rap shit save me dawg
I'm out here, nigga
I'm really in the streets
I see a lot of niggas try to use
This shit to get in the streets
They got it twisted
Fuck around, play around with fire
You get burned

Never ever been on my level
Fuck with Fred you face to
Face with the devil
Raise hell to raise my funds up
Bitch I was raised in the ghetto
Pedal to the medal, foot to the floor
Three hundred fifty horses rolling
On the run cause I just kicked in the door
Hit a lick, the whip reported stolen
Tell me who out here got my back
And my dawg just got forty flat
A lot of niggas wanna hold with your four
At the end of the day man I hold my strap
And it ain't been no holding back
Hear my life told in all my raps
You probably got a problem with that
But the Midwest street shit I brought it back
What what you want, custom air Jordan's
Cab is slammin' on Chrome trill
Bitches who pack straps in their bag
Stacking their own cheese indica, Sativa
My reefer stocked tall as palm trees
Rap is for dick suckers and
Divas I don't recall these
Type of niggas living and breathing
But I reside that
Eastside 17th the streets of the
G I survive that
To the hood niggas go to school do right
This shit I'm doing, nigga you could do life
Before I picked up a mic I earned my stripes

I represent it to the fullest
Any given day could die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic cooking
Every block, every hood we proud of pushing)
I represent it to the fullest
Any given day can die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic cooking
Every block, every hood we proud to push it)
I represent it to the fullest

Living every day like it's my last
In this fast lane
In this race is for that cash
Watts city representer, 9 double O 5 9
Got a pound for the low, whatchu smoke
Too gutta, too grimy in these LA Times
You will find, Blood or Crip
Don't matter who you are niggas love to trip
Bitch niggas talk loud
Then it's complete silence when it bark BLOW
Niggas don't never talk it out
They spark it out
Then them coroners come to chalk you out
That's what it is, another unsolved mystery
Bullets don't never have a name
Niggas just aim, squeeze and bust
When your time is up, dawg you history
Like a hieroglyph, every 24
7 on survival shit
If you floss flagging niggas kill
You on some rider shit
Know who you riding with, friends backstab
Bitches will get you killed
In this field for sure
It's no joke on this front line
We in the trenches with big blammers
No punchlines ducking the one time
Got the heart of a soldier
Ain't no fear in my eyes
First signs of submission
Niggas eat you alive predators get squashed
That's how it be happening when you relaxing
Knowing you're responsible for your actions
I spit that real reality rap
I do it for the hood where yo analogy at

I represent it to the fullest
Any given day can die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic cooking
Every block, every hood we proud of pushing)
I represent it to the fullest
Any given day can die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic cooking
Every block, every hood we proud of pushing)
I represent it to the fullest