Curren$y & The Alchemist - Scottie Pippen lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Showin' no signs of letting up Still kick you in the head like I think You on the verge of gettin' up No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander Deadly venom-spittin', n***as just a salamander I'm livin' the life worthy of capturing on camera, documented How one of the last lives ones did it How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky How I rolled with the women, elegant player, no simpin' How I f**ed them to sleep How I rolled up out the building when I was finished Keep it G, them n***as not original They in a motherf**in' house of mirrors Not quite the image I'm on that Popeye spinach Mama mai-tai sippin', she loves a square n***a But now she tryin' somethin' different Windy City Bulls Mitchell & Ness wool jackets Some sweats and Scottie Pippens My description, high off that fuzzy green prescription Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't If you lookin' for that n***a: I is him All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Reporting live from the devil's palace Breakfast, had two titties, two blunts and a turkey bacon sandwich Two seasoned eggs and grape jelly My hoes stay ready pop that p**y Then pulled off in my Pontiac on Pirellis, '82 edition Spotless Bonnie squattin' on sixes Rather be countin' stacks than stuck in the county Washin' the dishes or washin' drawers in the pen Got two zones of soft and some Hen' I had go pay the correct correctional officer to walk 'em in Bail money on deck come at my neck Bless that boy cause that same place him test is where he slept I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher Stay with the purp out of pizo stay smackin' these geekers needles Stay runnin' the rock just like I play quarterback for the Eagles Randall, Donovan, to Michael 'Fore I picked up this mic I was hittin' licks with some Lords And did dirt with plenty disciples I'm gang-bangin' affiliated, federal investigated Self-educated all my co-conspirators catchin' cases I dropped straight outta college and I majored in home invasion Believe I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations Leave faces with alterations, the closed casket console Tryna make a million dollars, f** a million downloads But if that equal the same, snatch it up and give me my change I made a lane up in this game so n***as goin' remember the name Gangsta Gibbs ho, two b**hes cooking in the crib ho Still push a bucket, but I ride it like a Benz ho Tryna find a bridge ho, to slangin' raps, from slangin' weight Said the Fred the new age Brad, b**h just call me baby face k**a