Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Soul Right lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Soul Right lyrics]
Smooth, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Too motherfuckin' smooth, bitch, yeah
Bald head, head like a baby
A baby ass, bitch, yeah
Yeah, Kane
Here to motherfuckin' remain, yeah
Uh, bitch nigga it's still fuck police, too
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Rest in peace Terrence Crutcher
Motherfuck Betty Shelby (Fuck that bitch)
I never wish death but bitch
Find a hollow tip and inhale it
When Taz drove off with two kilos
I told him we should mail it
And now we gone up the river
They seen my nigga sellin'
Nigga killed the police in Dallas
That's probably fake news
While they knock 'em off with robotics
R2D2's everything on me icy, Snow White
It's just like I skiied through
I sit back in the trap with them
Rats and I watch the cheese move
Shakin all these nutso niggas off the roof
Off the record
Ball without a motherfuckin' ball like
I was Tommy Sheppard life a bachelor party
We with them strippers on O's and X's
I can't hold no grudges, my hands
Is too busy catching blessings, yeah
Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life
Yeah i pour it up and get my soul right
East side boy, my mama was the mail lady
(yeah) brother and my sister got degrees
But I got the yayo, baby
(yeah) had to beat my case
I can't turn Irie to a jail baby
Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib
I think your scale shady
Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch
I facilitate
Fucked some niggas off but I also
Done set some niggas straight
Way back when we had rows and
Lincolns is all a nigga ate
And every day I fuck up
A bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh
Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket
Three things that occur to show you
If you and your niggas solid
Know that they won't prosper but the
Devil still gon' form the weapon
I can't hold no grudges, my hands
Is too busy catching blessings, yeah
(Blessings, blessings)
Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life
Yeah
Yeah, I pour it up and get my soul right
Yeah
'Cause I been struggling my whole life, yeah
So I broke it down and it was all white, yeah
Mama always told me it'd be alright, yeah
I still broke it down and it was all white
Yeah
I pray the Lord'll get my soul right, yeah
I still pray to Lord'll get my soul right
Too motherfuckin' smooth, bitch, yeah
Bald head, head like a baby
A baby ass, bitch, yeah
Yeah, Kane
Here to motherfuckin' remain, yeah
Uh, bitch nigga it's still fuck police, too
Yeah, nigga, yeah
Rest in peace Terrence Crutcher
Motherfuck Betty Shelby (Fuck that bitch)
I never wish death but bitch
Find a hollow tip and inhale it
When Taz drove off with two kilos
I told him we should mail it
And now we gone up the river
They seen my nigga sellin'
Nigga killed the police in Dallas
That's probably fake news
While they knock 'em off with robotics
R2D2's everything on me icy, Snow White
It's just like I skiied through
I sit back in the trap with them
Rats and I watch the cheese move
Shakin all these nutso niggas off the roof
Off the record
Ball without a motherfuckin' ball like
I was Tommy Sheppard life a bachelor party
We with them strippers on O's and X's
I can't hold no grudges, my hands
Is too busy catching blessings, yeah
Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life
Yeah i pour it up and get my soul right
East side boy, my mama was the mail lady
(yeah) brother and my sister got degrees
But I got the yayo, baby
(yeah) had to beat my case
I can't turn Irie to a jail baby
Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib
I think your scale shady
Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch
I facilitate
Fucked some niggas off but I also
Done set some niggas straight
Way back when we had rows and
Lincolns is all a nigga ate
And every day I fuck up
A bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh
Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket
Three things that occur to show you
If you and your niggas solid
Know that they won't prosper but the
Devil still gon' form the weapon
I can't hold no grudges, my hands
Is too busy catching blessings, yeah
(Blessings, blessings)
Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life
Yeah
Yeah, I pour it up and get my soul right
Yeah
'Cause I been struggling my whole life, yeah
So I broke it down and it was all white, yeah
Mama always told me it'd be alright, yeah
I still broke it down and it was all white
Yeah
I pray the Lord'll get my soul right, yeah
I still pray to Lord'll get my soul right