midwest malcolm
Singer:freddie gibbs
some people ain't fit to this shit
but you know what i'm sayin
i tell motherfuckers like this
when the world becomes perfect
maybe i'll rap about that shit
and once again i bring niggas the realest
got my broke ass off of my momma's couch and i started pitchin'
cause bitches ain't checking for a nigga working at the village
pushing the bucket sedan four doors
i needed a lexus coupe sittin' on 20's with a set of momos
a young old soul so i stay in the frame
let's put this thang up and get some paint and just throw my shit on them thangs
shine but never let them know just what you holdin
better keep that thing on tuck
i know niggas that's making bucks serving cain uncut
used to pay me to take that dust on the greyhound bus
perfectly pounding the payment and purchase my own work
benefit from the killer shit that's making my phone twerk
say she don't know no freddie g
well bitch do your homework
no hoes in my history can shit on gibbs
grew up amongst the crack babies and the flintstone kids
17th and pennsylvania bitch
my whole fucking block poor
couldn't afford a baby crib
i slept up in a sock drawer
interscope they thought it was a joke but it was not so
they tried to have a nigga do that fast food pop flow
i'm secret with ingredients
some reefer and a yellow bitch that's thick as a phone book
a fool with the tools to succeed
take this g out of me then you mix it with cali weed
i would say that this shit turned me to a monster but bitch i've been a beast
gangster gibbs greasy as a church's chicken 20-piece
it should be mandatory that this shit is self-explanatory
no other nigga in my category
it's mandatory that this shit is self-explanatory
no other nigga in my category