Freddie Gibbs - Thug Psalms lyrics

Uh [Verse 1] Fresh out of G.I., n***a Wake up, sell dope, and get high, n***a East-side to the d**h Fire to the chest, last real n***a left Much love to Lynda B Who raised me in the G, profane as you can see Always told me I could be anything I want to be Anybody tell you different, then f** 'em cause they'll be The ones a**ed out I've been booed, hated, and ga**ed out In my own city, now I'm the n***a they ask 'bout Used to hit the ATM and couldn't get no cash out Pockets hurting, had to resort to pulling that mask out Doing dirt to these dope boys Tell 'em, "b**h, if you ain't bumping with me, then you ain't making no noise" Some incidents, I wrote 'em off as insignificant I swear some nights I signed my own d**h certificate f**ing around, thuggin' it for pennies on the dollar Cause true n***as die, but don't nobody die with honor In the ghetto Now tell me what's the honor in getting smoked By your own color Out here selling stones to cluckers Lord I mean well You gotta let me in heaven, cause I done seen hell Barrels of three-fifty-seven's Up in a n***a wife mouth, cause he ain't got all the cash We should lay this n***a down or he might come back and blast That's the dilemma A sinister sinna, a cold k**a The piece of sh** my mama pushed out before the placenta Gangsta G-I- B-B-S, f** all the rest Peep my sh** on DJBooth.net, get the adress If you need the k**er kush head west And then ship it to the Mid These n***as is on it soon as they see it You sick of blowing backyard bush, put in your bid You smell it before I crack the lid f** with the kid Freddie Gibbs [Refrain] Understandable smooth ish That murderers move with Thug it and show respect, but don't be nobody's fool, b**h Understandable smooth ish That murderers move with Better watch the b**hes you laying and the n***as you cool with (Repeat x2) [Verse 2] And I'm back, like I left my muhf**ing weed No axe, but like a lumberjack, I chop trees Everyday, n***as go to jail, snitch, and cop pleas Type of sh** that clog up the pipeline and stop cheese Ain't that 'bout a b**h n***a been holding your money for like a week and sh** It's time to do something to him Make sure you rolling solo dolo and you put something through him All it take is one n***a f**ing up, the club get ruined Better watch the b**hes you laying and the n***as you cool with Thug it and show respect, but don't be nobody's fool, b**h Cause rap is full of fake g**ners and false sets n***as rap and talk about it, but n***as ain't walked that In the club, guns hidden in the DJ booth Gangsta Gibbs keep it gutter 'til I see Jesús Hella military weapons, like I seen Beirut Them n***as duck when them thangs let loose It's Freddie Gangsta Gibbs, n***a [Refrain]