ID Labs - Freddie Soprano lyrics

[Verse 1] sh**ting on n***as, my raps is laxative Good k**er, dope in my bloodstream, that's just how I live Good k**er, dope in my bloodstream, that's just how I'm dying Before I go, pounds of kush and powder, that's all I'm buying Started below motherf**ing zero First check that I got from rap Man I raised my 'Lac and copped a kilo Since then I ain't been back, straight transactions with my n***as Few times your boy fell off But I jumped right back on with the quickness Freddie Willis to Freddie McClane, yippee ki-yay motherf**ers I yelled out, Chichi, get that heron and that yay, motherf**er We yelling f** the world until it's over I'm only halfway through my movie, ready to war with Sosa Where my toaster? I got the breakfast for these n***as b**hes, strudel their noodles Snatch their hearts out like a Pop Tart You're losing, we're moving through you I'm the smoothest n***a doing this from L.A. to Philly I feel like Kobe doing work, I just might tear my Achilles If I don't take a load off, can't, gotta get this blow off Bustas thought I would show up at his door Told 'em knock the store off Renovate these n***as' houses over quarters and ounces I copped that Polo selling dolo, never had no allowance That's on my mama, my mama know it Some months electric, gas and water, we couldn't afford it I'm soda whipping, yola stretching, hot water boiling f** the police, cause if they catch us, straight to the toilets And all my gangsta n***as know it [Hook] n***a, test me, I'll send my some bullets with my reply I'm straight for life, all I gotta do is stay back and die I'm straight for life, all I gotta do is stay back and die I'm straight for life, all I gotta do is stay back and die A n***a diss me, I'll send my some bullets with my reply I'm straight for life, all I gotta do is stay back and die I'm straight for life, all I gotta do is stay back and die I'm straight for life, all I gotta do is stay back and die [Verse 2] Dropping this pill in a cup of dope Man, just take a breather, rappers is having seizures and strokes Yeah, that type of sh** make n***as sit back and stick to the smoke n***a dead before his thirties, an overdose ain't no joke I ain't one for slacking on my habits I brush my teeth with Hennessy, sleep with my automatic My n***a hit my line, he 'bout to touch down with that package I know the whole house is funky when they rip the package Everlasting, headed for hell or the jail cell Won't be a monkey for them crackers like I'm LL So f** a Cool J cookie, it's shrimp and lobster tail I've got two dykes that'll throw a bike out in Lauderdale All is well when I bail Working that scale through the day and the night This V and this L that I throw up don't stand for “Vampire Life” So sorry Mr. Jones, twisting your fingers can get you gone Shout out to the Lords, shout to the Folks, word to the Stones b**h I'm from where n***as don't survive A real OG, I ain't start banging at twenty-five Exotic taste, got exotic b**hes, exotic rides You just a neutron n***a, go work a 9-5 A 9-5 got my college girl to take a trip Now she think she a gangster b**h Said I'm the coldest n***a to spit this gangster sh** since Jadakiss n***as can't go like Freddie Soprano, that's on the mob Jeezy wrote me off, he traded the trapping for office jobs But it's cool, n***a Got my own plate, you can't feed me with your spoon, n***a Get your paper, I'll let your partners play the fool, n***a The real realest n***a in it Way, way back I kept that strap with Lil' Rob in his Infiniti Told me if I tried this rap, I'd be a legend ‘fore I finish Gangster G.I., what's the motherf**ing business? n***a, he told me if I tried this rap, I'd be a legend ‘fore I finish Gangster G.I., what's the motherf**ing business? n***a, we hit ‘em up [Hook]