Freddie Gibbs - 187 Proof lyrics

[Verse 1:] I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosby's I go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony See how this vicious cycle could f** with you psychologically You better cooperate with the state or become they property b**h my name be breaking bail from the street to the jailhouse And it ain't no transaction unless I came with my scale out Roll in yo college, I just might f** up and fail out f**ing b**h after b**h, stacking my chips, all I care bout f** with GBA, b**h I need a CPA, come and count it up Thousand thugs tryna catch him crowded around the bus We start to throw down, if you down to f**, then you down with us I know hoes that'll smoke a stick, sloppy drunk, and get powdered up This Corporate Thug World, they like you but they love the realest Straight Gary gangsta sh**, didn't come up off no f**ing gimmicks, b**h 2Pac ain't back cause he got set up and shot in the chest Biggie ain't either, so won't y'all gon let them n***as rest? [Hook:] I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth I'm hard to k** like Steven Seagal with yo f**ing troops Yo choppas ain't chopping sh** if yo n***as ain't down to shoot And I'm ready to R.I.P. any n***a that y'all recruit Cause I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth It's Gibbs, b**h [Verse 2:] A walking 187, 187 crazy Sick like Moammar Gadhafi, straight 187 babies I reach for that reefer stench and my sh** knocking Brotha Lynch So lock me in correctional, but you can't fix me or f**ing see me You know who you f**ing with? A n***a who got sh** to lose I got n***as that rob you and rape yo b**h if they in the mood Check my record, I been a fool, semi autos all in my locker Flow stupid like I rode the bus to school with Waka Flocka 187 ways to die, b**h, this the end 6 n***as put 600 holes in yo 600 Benz b**h, I'm murder proof, I'm a live forever Duncan block, Virginia street, b**h, we the clique together Ask Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs) k**ing n***as in the 4th Ward, shout out to my n***a Slick Shout out to my n***a Hit, West side murder cat Some of my n***as flow, but most of them beat that murder rep [Hook:] Cause I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth Cause I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth It's Gibbs, b**h