[Produced by Madlib]
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Slammin
Drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Got 2 and a baby off my b**hes student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone s**
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
b**h I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato
At the table, cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers
Bet they try to make a play for the yay' as soon as they taste it
The evasive black American Gangster, sinister, corner hugger
Cuz seeing this n***a shine been annoying me like a muthaf**a
This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie, k** co*karoaches like Tony
Got Montana money
Newport 100 dipped in fluid, yo, I had to smoke it
Pupils dilated like silver dollars, now we loc'ing
Call it devilish how I do b**h
f** these n***as talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
What?
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rolling
Pockets all swollen
Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding
A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open
We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
A split with 4 n***as, since I'm a go getter
I think these s**ers p**y, I'ma merk the whole litter
Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold n***a
Got an ice maker for a heart, made n***a from the start
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my f**in' part
Cheffing up the crack, the h**n, and the weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a f**in' restaurant
Cuz back when I was 12 threw some bells on a scale and I got a pager
We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature
What?
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
28 days later we all getting fresh
Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch
My b**h half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed
From living tough times with rough lemons, a gorgeous watch
My team on a dreadful level, yo
Yeah, we still getting money right
Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
Getting fresh, just cooling, my b**h on my dick
Ba boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
Clip in my pocket, my rocket
I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks
Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up
I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up
We real, all G, 75-hundred of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "we need more heat"