Freddie Gibbs - Insecurities lyrics

n***a pick up the phone, n***a. I just got back from back from my show, you woulda loved this sh**, it was hella hoes, n***a. Hella b**hes, I stacked my bread up though, n***a, I think I'mma get this ring for Erica though, my n***a. Yeah, I think she the one, I want you to be the best man and sh** my n***a, for real. Hit me when you get back my n***a [Hook:] Tell the streets I've been down for a minute Chop it up and let my real n***as finish Had the kitchen or the stove, pockets on swole Choppin' up them O's, I was gettin' it on the road I was ready for whatever man I remember I was sellin' things I let it go, I let it go Said I was ready for whatever man With some n***as, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go Yeah, Cadillacs, Impalas, n***a we ride Vogues This for you p**y a** n***as and you weak a** hoes I candy coat it, triple dip it, n***a, three times gold Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don't see 5-0 License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my n***as Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the b**hes Rob and stole for diamond j**els, I thought I needed attention Why I was starvin' for attention? All she wanted is my attention All I wanna do is smoke and f** her Thug it out and keep sh** undercover Told myself that I would never love her But I cuss her out, blow up her phone Get mad if another n***a touch her Insecure and in my motherf**in' feelin's Thought that I was chasin' money, I was chasin' b**hes But when the Lord gave me my daughter Helped me paint the picture Man all the sh** I did, I'm blessed the streets ain't take a n***a n***a I stay [Hook:] Ready for whatever man And some n***as, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go And I remember I was sellin' things I was ready for whatever man I let it go, I let it go Bentleys and Beamers, Impalas, Caprices I scope up Diego, my n***a, we beepin' My day run, we gang bang, we run off, we throw weight I murder for my dogs, we eat off the same plate We masked up, all my n***as masked up Did a show in Brooklyn, n***as tried to get me blast up Thought you was my n***a, hate to see me get my cash up Then some n***as hit me, hollows almost tore my a** up Your shooters was some actors Actin' a** n***as Scared to squeeze the trigger, some amateur a** n***as Used to hit the road and get stacks of them cash with them Only time I let me know when you were stabbed in the back n***a [Hook:] I remember we was sellin' things Came to you, I'd do whatever man I let it go, I let it go I was ready for whatever man I remember I was sellin' things I let it go, I let it go And I was ready for whatever man With some n***as, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Cadillacs, Impalas, n***a, we ride Vogues f** you p**y a** n***as and you weak a** hoes I candy coat it, triple dip it, n***a, three times gold Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don't see 5-0 License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my n***as Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the b**hes Rob and stole for diamond j**els, I thought I needed attention Why I was starvin' for attention? All she wanted is my attention f** you b**hes All my daughter want is my attention All she want is my attention, yeah So why am I starvin' for attention? All she want is my attention, hmm Starvin' for attention My daughter wants my attention