[Hook 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I'm a real-made n***a
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f**ing things hit ya
I'm a street-paid n***a
Tryna catch a fade with ya
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f**ing things hit ya, b**h
[Pre-Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs]
I f** with gangsters
Man, all my n***as make the papers
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I f** with gangsters
Man, all my n***as make the papers
Them boys is stinking
East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers
My b**h is stinking
My junkies say they need that wake up
My kitchen stinking
It's a straight bake sale when I cook that cake up
Mobbing-a** n***a, f** a project-a** n***a
Serve the pack, man, call the trashman for these garbage-a** n***as
Say these motherf**ers scared to rob a robbing-a** n***a
Send you back to your connect, you short a lot of bands, n***a
Gangsta Gibbs, baby greasier than Weezy at the All-Star
Way too often, Jeezy, he wasn't even in my ballpark
Swing straight for the fence and drop my nuts down on the plate
I made your favorite rapper want to put a price up on my face
It's Gangsta Gibbs
[Pre-Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs]
[Hook 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Real-made n***a
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f**ing things hit ya
I'm a real-made n***a
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f**ing things hit ya, b**h
[Verse 2: G-Wiz]
D.O.A., get it how I live it when I let that four go
Naptown n***a, done made it, emerging fresh out the dope smoke
All my n***as hustlers and k**ers, green light we all go
Send 'em all to they makers and close casket they funerals
No smiling, came up out a dirty alley with the thugs
Banging TECs and repping sets, young connoisseurs with them d**
Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage, keep it slamming every day
How the f** n***as talking bout R.I.P. when boy you 'bout to
D.O.A. yourself
[Verse 3: Big k**]
Bang bang bang, gang bang is all I f**ing know
Blazing rocks with k**ers and some motherf**ing cutthroats
And I know Colombians that bring it by the f**ing boat
Clap they a**, put they a** face down on the f**ing floor
Hit a couple corners and n***a know I got the blow
Hit a couple corners now and n***a know I got the store
Riding down Grant Boulevard, pulling out the four
On my way to Ham Block, finna cut some more dope
k**
[Pre-Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs]
[Hook 2: Freddie Gibbs]