- God is perfect 歌詞 Freddie Gibbs The Alchemist
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- The Alchemist God is perfect 歌詞
- Freddie Gibbs The Alchemist
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Uh, gang, gang
Yeah, will it ever be the same?
Uh, Big Fivo, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Its here (Uh)
Yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah
(Hold up, hold up) Yeah, yeah
Kane train baby
(One, two, new flow, check it out)
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake , I got the blessin
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it aint no pressure
Slippin tiki in my kiki, Im with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch b* tches on my roster get the most and nothin lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it aint no pressure, yessir
I didnt want to speak on this sh*t but it really been rackin my brain now (Yeah, yeah)
Cause really I f*ck with this rap but my n*ggas still sellin c*caine now ( Huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherf*ckin case now (Yeah)
A n*gga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin, they snatchin the gang now
Big sticks longern a b*tch, golfball holes in this sh*t
Big Fen ball in this b*tch
Cause with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of sh*t
N*ggas blow at us, they gettin blown down
But Ill be so proud to put the d*pe down
For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick , it aint no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it aint no pressure, yessir
Gangland sh*t
F*ck around, get gangland hit
Ima catch a little b*tch while hes chillin with his clique
N*gga where the whole gang at, b*tch?
Where the watch and the chain at, b*tch?
Set em up, yeah, I drained that b*tch
I was f*ckin in the A, for like four days straight
But a n*gga never claim that b*tch
I be talkin that sh* t like Im bulletproof
F*ck a DM Im sendin them killers through
I be f*ckin with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
Man, this sh*t get political
Hit the John, Im whippin the miracle
Get the spoon, Im scrapin the residue
Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
Man, this sh*t get political
Rock it up then blade that sh *t
Dog food n*gga slang that sh*t
N*ggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the b*tch couldnt aim that sh*t
N *gga might get gangland hit
East side sang that sh*t
N*ggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the b*tch couldnt aim that sh*t
F*ck n*gga
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it aint no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh *t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it aint no pressure, yessir
Yo, I would like to say, you know?
My man Kane smoked him, you know?
But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody
Dont use somebody else for sh*t
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