Freddie Gibbs - You Only Die 1nce Album Lyrics

(You can only die once)

Bitch, that, bitch, that doorman been had weight (yeah)
Make sure my fam ate (slatt)
Still young cocaine, ain't shit changed since my last tape (ah)
Still packin' on probation, motherf*ck police mandate (yeah)
Nigga wanna vote, but I don't really f*ck with nan' candidate (nah)
A little birdie flew up in my hand today (woo)
Motorola goin' HAM today (uh)
Twenty-eights to a fifty-six
Two into splits, how many grams today?
Prices high, but nigga gotta pay
We ain't takin' no shorts, nigga (nah)
Stamped the game with my own name, I don't promote or endorse niggas
Got a house on the golf course, nigga
All from wrappin' up that package (yeah)
Solo with my strap, I ain't got my mans, then gotta have it (yeah)
Then drove a new Denali with a thousand bricks from Dallas (yeah)
Manufactured drug infraction, police faction, know my status on the throne, nigga
When you gettin' rich and your homies not, can't trust your own niggas
But don't get too high and push 'em away 'cause then you alone, nigga
The boss nigga keep his balance (yeah)
This Frederico Soprano, mafioso be my status, gangster Gibbs

Guess who's back, motherf*cker?
The prince of darkness
But in South Central, they just call me Andre
But look, you know
I can't always talk like that, I be tryin' to make it sound big
And, like, hella menacing 'cause I know niggas be scared
But it's your boy, man, it's the devil, man, look here
Gibbs, what's up, man? Like, you really been strayin' from the program, my guy
I got you, my nigga
I got you, my nigga
I got you, my nigga

Wake up (get the f*ck up)

Time to freak it, yeah
Norvette and, and Lambo both gone
Yeah, they both gone
I ain't f*ckin' with y'all niggas in Vegas no more
Y'all had a nigga on tequila, Crack Daniel, all that shit

Yeah, Eastside, I claim that (yeah)
I recorded my first raps on 47th, I flamed that
That was back in '04, I was ridin' 'round bumpin' T, yeah, ASAP
Now I'm a real urban legend
Every day, a nigga free of blessings
Rock 'em and destroy the murder weapon
Yeah (yeah), whack him, get another murder weapon
Don't go out like Keefe D, snitchin' over Vlad TV
Bad bitch drove from D.C., tryna f*ck a nigga for a fee
Make her say that she a freaky girl, give me head in the Hummer EV (in the Hummer)
Yeah, I done been crossed, I done been hit
I done been stepped on (yeah, stepped on)
Nigga took a loss after lost friends, leave when that check gone
Slept on, but a broken heart ain't gon' feed these kids, yeah (these kids)
I got to have a talk with God 'bout all the things I did, yeah
Drugs, aggravated robbery (uh)
Hurtin' on the inside and hide behind this tough shit and it's misogyny
See, the man in the mirror ain't gon' lie to me
Whole lot of snake niggas, they surroundin' me
Can't even blame 'em if they want to body me
Niggas'll knock you out to get a followin', I know, yeah (yeah)
I know (yeah), I had to fall back and let shit breathe
Actin' back to the rabbit, nigga, like Bo Jackson, I switched leaves
Niggas don't want no guest verses, I'm the real king of these sixteens, bitch
Bitch, I'm the real king of these sixteens (yeah)
Twenty-fours, forty-eights, fortunate enough to fornicate
And on the regular basis, niggas f*ckin' up like it's a shakin'
Mama German , her daddy Jamaican, got all colors, my bitches ain't racist
Got all colors, I'm preachin' diversity, yeah
F*ck a surgery, I put you in somebody university
I know God got a plan for me or he would've let niggas come murder me
But these bitches can't bully me, bother me, worry me
I'ma be thuggin' this shit 'til they burry me
When we do killin', we do this shit thoroughly
Hit the collection and I made it flirt (yeah, yeah)
Ten-thousand in ones, let's get this shit done
Her hand on the supers, I give IG boosters on motherf*ckin' jewelry
Two of young bitches, now I'm in a hurry
Eight A.M. Flight, why they book it so early? Damn
Got an eight A.M. Flight, why they book it so early? Shit

Freddie, you can't go back, man
You see how you livin' over here?
Nigga, you ballin'
The baddest bitches on your dick
Come enjoy some of this decadence
Some of this extravadance
Some of this, I said extravadance, I meant extrava-
Nigga, you know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout
Who needs school, nigga, when you got bitches? Look
You got a pound of coke
You don't even want to smoke the shit, you want to sell the shit
Nigga, I'm tryin' to get to enjoy some of that
But at least sellin' it cool
But why don't you do some of that shit?
Nigga, it's cool, check this out
Ah, ah, ah, ah, that's what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout Freddie
As long as you keep sinnin', I'ma keep winnin'

Yeah, with this guillotine
Yeah, uh, yeah
Instinct leaves me to another flow
Yo (another ho, yeah), bitch

Slam, dollar sign G's, like Veto Gennaveese (yeah)
Devil's in position, they itchin', wishin' to get a piece (yeah)
Rap wolverine, I proceed to survive the murder scene (yeah)
You can't be my nigga if we can't share the same enemies (enemies)
Niggas lactose intolerant to this cheddar cheese
Youngins poppin' pills laced with fentanyl and amphetamines
Get your brother whacked, while I'm f*ckin' off in the Phillippines
I'm judge, jury and executioner with this guillotine (guillotine)
Yeah, I went from sellin' smack and activis'
To f*ckin' with venture capitalists, I'm tryin' to see what's after this (yeah)
Courtside flow, a new ho' clappin' and
Nigga, got seats by the team, like I'm low managin'
Nigga got doctors and masters and dope traffickin' (yeah)
F*ck the rap game, I drop my nuts on the whole establishment
Once your people want to see your past, you can't be compassionate
Time for me to incinerate these niggas, piss on your ashes, bitch, damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah (f*ck nigga, told you, you got asthma, you better keep your inhaler, bitch)
I want to smoke my opps like Oppenheimer (yeah)
Make a bomb and custom-design it, put it in front your mama
Heart pump period blood, nigga, you aare vagina
Catch the rock and Deebo a nigga like I'ma 49'er
Ghost status, these niggas baby Jordan, they evil-minded
Huh, these niggas evil-minded
Walk on air like I was from North Carolina
But I came straight out of Gary, so I walk straight off the moon
I keep a Randy, Tito, Jackie and Jermaine, them are my goons
Pray for Fred, I'm in the mountains, psychedelic off of shrooms
Reminisced on all them cook-ups, gettin' dusted off the fumes
Kept my mask on (mask on)
Watch a fiend load the glass and get his blast on
Heat rocks, sheat rocks soon as I turn the gas on (yeah)
Next time they rap about you, it's gon' be a sad song (for my big homie)
Bitch, I guarantee it (bitch), but f*ck a nigga
These Europeans, they still don't seem to treat us like human beings
We way too busy bustin' at each other for us to see it (yeah)
They stripped me of my culture and my language
I still flipped and got famous, platinum card, no, no complainin'
Nearly tipped you a slight of anus (nearly tipped you a slight of anus)
I saw that shit on BET, I had to do it myself (yeah)
Just keep them rat hoes out your crew when you accruin' your wealth (yeah)
Don't ever force no ho to screw you, boy, you screwin' yourself (f*ck nigga)
Too many sex crimes, sex scenes, Weinstein, Epstein
Them crackers rich forever, you black, they want the whole thing
R. Kelly singing for commissary
And, no, I don't condone the shit he did, but he got heat in my library
I'm gone, nigga (I'm out of here, woo, shit)
Yeah, uh, if I say another word, I might get canceled
I stay posted in the castle 'cause the streets ain't worth the hassle (nah)
Got the player of the decade trophy, posted on my mantle
Who you f*ckin' with, ho? (Yeah)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard (Rabbit, nigga)
(You get what I'm sayin', nigga) once you have located your seat
We ask you that you please step out of the aisle (yeah)
So the passengers behind you can pass you
This will expedite our boarding process (uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your large carry-on items need to go in the overhead (yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (bricks fees)
You know it's comin' in at like twenty-six (transportation cost)
But you know what I'm sayin' (we taxed them on the brick fees)
I'ma throw six on there (twenty-eight shit)
So, it's gon' be thirty-two to you, you know (taxed them on the brick fees)
A bitch could never play me, you know what I'm sayin' (yeah)
Because I switch bitches just like I

Switch keys, GT3 is six-speed
Transportation cost, we taxed them on the brick fees
Gotta watch the way you stack that bread, might get you Swiss-cheesed
They wanna bury Fred, I'm never scared 'cause niggas bleed
F*ckin' up the kitchenware, scrape the pot it's stickin' yeah
Pay his fee and get him there, book him with that blicky, yeah
I'm from where you was killin' for Jordans if you ain't get a pair (bitch)
My hits ain't no attempts
He ain't murder then I ain't send him there (I ain't send him there)
Yo, I ain't send him there (nah, I ain't send him)
Me and Diego was too broke to hit the club we was robbin'
We sent the bitch in there (we sent the bitch in there)
Check what he spend in there (what he spend in there)
These hoes'll snatch a rapper room keys
Mob through the lobby, we brought the stick in here (yeah, yeah)
Nominated, investigated, it's simultaneous
Hoes janky, you gotta make court arrangements to see my babies (bitch)
Most the homies backdooring and hoein', they wanna snake me (f*ck 'em)
All this Draco talk, I put hella bodies on this three-eighty, yeah
Ain't had no strap, I let him hold mine (yeah)
It's funny, I got locked up
I couldn't get niggas on the phone when I had phone time
Then I dug a gold mine (dug a gold mine)
Over ten years, been droppin' jewels, bitch
And bet nan nigga ain't never stole mine (ain't never stole mine)
I wasn't no killer, but they pushed me (yeah)
Just breath in deepand squeeze, don't close your eyes or you a pussy
The Devil sent the Reaper to my door and he never took me (yeah)
I sent him back with double, smoked a blunt
And said, "Good lookin'" f*cked your bitch and then I
Switch keys, GT3 a six-speed
Pimp shit, f*ck her once, f*ck a bitch needs
F*ck a feature, pussy nigga, keep your sixteen
I'm flippin' bitches in the Bentley with the flip screen
Nigga gettin' this chicken up, f*ck that, fake rap love
This Rabbit gang, we ain't clickin' up
Big Lord, I'm the reason why the young niggas throw the three fingers up
What you know about takin' out a whole gang, f*ckin' all the members up?
Call God, and I'll send 'hem up, yeah

Six-speed, f*ckin' on a mix breed, yeah
Huh, in the six-speed, tell me what the bitch need, yeah
Check-check, six-speed, f*ckin' on the mix breed, yeah
Transportation cost, I taxed them on the brick fees
Yeah, yeah (nigga)

Nigga play with my name, gotta switch my game, gotta switch my flows again
F*ckin' on one of these Insta thots, finna crash out with these Os again
Nigga be steadily dissin' me, doin' the most so I can notice him
Momma view your body, I bet she relapse on that dope again
It's timeout for the weak shit, I been slow cookin' this beef shit
Leave a f*ck nigga on defense
Throwin' white flags, I yellow tape, white sheet shit
Made him switch it up, he was on tour, rockin' cheap shit
Niggas diamonds ain't dancin', mine tear the club up like Three-Six (yeah)
Too blessed to f*ck with this street shit (tear the club up)
Another death come with this street shit
This Mafia insane, send you this T shit
I let all lords stay at my crib, on smoke G shit
Used to sneakin' work into the city, now he wanna sneak diss (bitch)
Tried to take Kyrie under my wing, I tried to sit him down
Free my nigga Eggo, we f*cked up when he brought Chris around
All the lords is not your homies, hustle showed me most them niggas clout chasers
Small said he was gon' violate me, bitch, you ain't got that kind of paper (bitch)
Fent ball, rollin', opp pack I'm smokin'
I'ma flip the renegade rabbit, top of the mob, they can't control it
Pop a nigga seven days a week, but you easy Sunday mornin'
Put holes all in your church clothes, made her scream out, "Holy moly"
You a dick rider, you a dick sucker, f*ck nigga keep on chokin'
'Bout to f*ck a ho in lil' church clothes, make her scream out, "Holy moly"
Rest in peace to lil' Zody, know you in Heaven still loccin'
I'ma flip the renegade rabbit, top of the mob, they can't control it
Yeah (yeah), yeah (f*ck nigga)

I'ma flip the renegade rabbit, top of the mob, they can't control it (big Lord, yeah)
Rest in peace to lil' Zody, know you in Heaven still loccin'
Renegade rabbit, top of the mob, they can't control it, yeah
Biggest Lord, yeah

Jam, jam, jam, bitch
You know what I'm sayin'? (Get your means together, nigga)
Ayo

Slammin', Eastside, drugs in my bloodstream
Killer with the illegitimate funds, I gotta scrub clean (yeah, yeah)
Pussy had me too excited, picked up on the first ring (hello?)
Chops are blowin', f*cked that ho to Joe, I made a love scene (yeah, yeah)
Slangin' on this blade, steadily prayin' they don't cut me (ah)
Hide my scars with Audemar, got diamond tenants up under the rug
Me bein' flooded from all the hoes that said I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Tigers in my yard like Tyson, get to dicin', niggas is dusty
I'm on vogue ties and gold wives
Low on the supply, but if she f*ckin' then I'm supplyin' (yeah)
Like Pablo in the Bahamas, drop my dope off on Rabbit Island (yeah)
I never crash out, I got my life set on auto-pilot
Suck me while I'm drivin', put the Cyber in auto-pilot (yeah)
They said I was in a no-fly zone, I had no compliance
I had a couple of nothin'-ass hoes on my shoulders cryin'
He dumped her like a thot, he got the roster spot on the Lions
That's how we do, ho, yeah
He got you, now you think, I'ma f*ck with you, huh?
'Cause all the bitch recent contacts was niggas that's on the contract
Ho, I know your salary cap, off the 'Gram, you in a Kia
F*ckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no war with Caesar, bitch, yeah

(Can't be just you, or two)
F*ckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no war with Caesar (a few won't do)
Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my head, blood all over this paper, man
(Can't be just you, or two) yeah
Check, check, yeah, check, check (or two, a few won't do)
Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans (oh, no, baby)
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man, uh

Still thuggin', hoes frontin', niggas underrate me like Jalen Brunson
But, yo, I'm leavin' with somethin', I'm from around the way
Ho can't take my crown away (yeah)
Starvin' in that cell, feel like I lost like three, four pounds a day
Growin' up in the G, might have to duck at least four rounds a day
Don't wait 'round for no ambulance, bitch, andale
Murder always complicate, once it's up, it's out of space
Niggas want to have a kumbaya, but I can't conversate (nah)
We kill 'em, we can't conversate (we can't conversate)
No more talk, that's for the weak
Got a brand new switchy with an itchy trigger finger, f*ck a tweak
And if you cross me in the street, I pray to God, you think it's sweet
I put some change up on your head and have your name stuck on your feet
I f*ck your, I f*ck your name up in the street
Like juicy smilin', label looked at your first week, that shit was cheeks
Rabbit bakin' cakes and all of these pussies gon' get a piece
Gangster 'caine, I ain't ashamed, like Jermaine, I won't delete, nigga
Fin poppin', opps droppin'
Handicapped that nigga, gave him front row parkin', I leave a bitch with options
Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man (yeah)

I got this, motherf*cker, I just have to relax
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Deep down, I know you, you really love me though
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

Slammed, every time I rap, it's like a crack attack
All my baby mamas is stalkers, they want the Rabbit back (yeah, yeah)
Learnt my lesson, f*ckin' with groupies, now it's a wrap for that (yeah)
Bitches quick to snitch to them people, ho, you a rat for that
She always shittin' on a nigga dreams
Back when Diego used to send me my money taped in a magazine (yeah)
She play with her nose, so I look at her like a dope fiend
Meanwhile I'm sippin' Tahitian, treatin' promethazine (yeah)
Meanwhile, I'm runnin' in circles, tryin' to be more commercial
Rapper niggas scared to collab' with me, I'm too controversial (f*ck nigga)
I say, "F*ck them niggas, suck a dick"
He might record it, if the boy don't support it, you just a f*ckin' lick
Lately, I've been focused on movies and not the music (yeah)
Underrated, but I still feel like I ain't got shit to prove
These niggas hate the seven-figure bank statements, ain't no illusion
Boy, you stepped on, and my story ain't ever been convoluted
It's the 'caine train, hundred percent, fresh off the lip (bitch)
Chopper shot wet, nothin' but net, I hear the swish (swish)
I can get arrested, long as my enemies rest in piss (bitch)
Nigga crossed me, then he lost me and I ain't f*cked with him since (bitch)
In a year, I'ma be on the red carpet, me and my bitch (yeah)
They'll be postin' anniversaries 'bout the day you got hit, nigga (ah, yeah, you remember that?)
Made him twerk it, bullets got his body shakin'
Have a nigga mama sayin' (you know what you thinkin'?)
Slammed, every time I rap, it's like a crack attack (yeah, yeah)
Niggas lookin' for triple S's, they want the rabbit back (yeah)
F*ck her back and forth, niggas busters, they want to battle rap
In the mirror, pickin' my outfit, I got my gat attached
Next year, might retire from rap and be stinky rich
They'll be postin' anniversaries 'bout the day you got hit, nigga
Made him twerk it, bullets got his body shakin'
Have a nigga mama sayin' (you know what you thinkin'?), Yeah

Do you know what today is?
I'ma put some flowers on your shit too, nigga
It's our anniversary
It's our anniversary (jam)
It's our special day (Mr. 'Caine Train)
Do you know what today is? (Yeah)
It's our anniversary (hey gon' post that shit for like three days)
Baby, you and me (yeah, yeah)
On to the next rapper, nigga
On to the next shit, you bitch nigga
Today is a special day
Not just any day
Because you can have everything

You have one unheard message (there just ain't nobody)
First unheard message
You know, it's crazy
Every time I f*ckin' call you, you can't f*ckin' answer (nobody like you)
You never come through
Freddie, you got me so f*cked up ('cause there just ain't nobody)
You got me so f*cked up, f*ck you
End of message
To delete this message, press seven (quite like you)
To s-, message deleted

First skipped message
It's me again, motherf*cker, pick up the phone
Next message
You know I'm missing you, you know how I get when I miss you, nigga
Freddie, why you gotta do this? (there just ain't nobody)
F*ckin' answer my calls and stop playin' with me
Come and get some of this, you know what's up (nobody like you)
Next message
Oh, you think you gon' get away from me? ('cause there just ain't nobody)
Nope, still here, try it again (quite like you)
I ain't goin' nowhere

Next message
I'm tellin' myself to take these deep breaths
'Cause you really f*ckin' tryin' me, you disrespectful
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Next message
Oh, that's how we gon' do it?
I rubbed your crusty-ass white toes, nig- (there just ain't nobody)
Message deleted
Next message (nobody like you)
You know I be overreactin' sometimes ('cause there just ain't nobody)
I'm sorry, I love your lil' crusty toes (quite like you)
Um, but you know, come on over
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Um, um, yeah, this message is for Freddie Gibbs
Um, yeah, th-
My name is Burt Burger and I, I'm calling in regards to
An outstanding debt that you have with the goddamn Devil
Nigga, pick up the f*cking phone
Pick up the f*cking phone

You can only die once
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Check-check, yeah, yeah)

I copped it all cash, f*ck a payment (Yeah)
Man, it's so hard daily bein' famous
I had to unplug from the matrix (Yeah, yeah)
I cop a hundun, leave a ho sprung
Got her tongue numb when she taste it (Yeah)
Nigga got real pressure with the pill presser
Got a drug store up in the basement
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), tool on me
How you let a nigga make a move on me? (Bitch)
I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off
When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), am I stuck in my ways? (Yeah)
I told you I seen everything 'cept for old age
Told that ho it's a cold game
I can still put a bitch on the bay like the old days (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Like the old days, bitch, yeah)


Private elevator when I lay her
Thirty girlfriends, I'm a player
Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor
Party pack just came from Pakistan
Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan
Got a thousand plans when I land
London ho just hit me with the sand (With the sandbag, you feel me?)

Yeah (Sand, yeah)
Boy, you real when you realize this rap shit is unrealistic
I had to take off and just do some more livin'
I can't lie to kick it, I can't hide the shit that I'm feelin'
I'm in here releasin' these demons
Can't tell you a secret 'cause shit get repeated

And if I go broke, I can pick up the pieces
My mama said pray and just leave it to Jesus (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, mama said pray, you the bald-headed Jesus
Since I was a fetus, a nigga been sinnin'
Like since the beginnin', but I had my reasons, I had my reasons (Yeah, yeah)
That's what I say to myself when I know I'm doin' bogus
Every day, they can bust, but you only die once, so you know I'ma thug 'til it's over (I'ma thug 'til it's over, yeah)
Got a stash in the vent, the polices can't find it, bitch, I got the blower by the motor (Uh)
And I barely be rappin', but ho, when I turn on the flow, I'ma motherf*ckin' poet (Yeah, yeah)
If I ever get hit in my shit, tell the Finball to keep it motherf*ckin' rollin'

Better miss or get sent in this bitch, I'm a big dog and you motherf*ckin' know it (Yeah, yeah)
Young cocaine (Yeah, yeah)

Private elevator when I lay her
Thirty girlfriends, I'm a player
Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor
Party pack just came from Pakistan
Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan
Got a thousand plans when I land
London ho just hit me with the sand

Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me (Yeah, yeah)
F*ck a security, bet you I leave out the room, I got every single jewel on me
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), tool on me
Never let a ho play the fool on me

I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off
When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me
She was cool on me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, when I tried to cut her off, she was cool on me
She was cool on me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, yeah, bitch, she was cool on me, she was cool on me
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), tool on me
Never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on, uh, make a move on (Yeah, yeah)
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah
Tool on me, never let a bitch play the fool on me, yeah, yeah

Sheesh, yeah
Cookin', cookin', yeah

Let me see all my legacy
'Fore these crackers artificial intelligence me
Hoes on the dick regularly, mackin' bitches, my speciality (ah)
Rabbit packets my speciality (ah), neutron, I'll never be
Paranoid 'cause I was sellin' fetti with a snitch nigga right next to me
But I'm still goin' (still goin')
Still at the crack house with the steel doors (steel doors)
Nigga, why would I touch my pack when I can just steal yours? (Uh)
That nigga Willy, he crossed me twice, but I was still lord
Chevy boys duckin' them pigs in that f*ckin' Ford
Chopper blowin', police ain't goin', hopped out that black Explorer
Heavy automatic, gunfire, I'm clappin' at the boys
Shootout ended in Indiana, started in Illinois

Trx truck with that Hemi, I ride tyrannosaurus
Ready to bite a plug out of these niggas
I done made thugs out of these niggas
Hits been paid up, so the grave already dug for most of these niggas
Walk through shit, piss in the mud, just to get drugs off of these niggas
All of this free hatin'
What it really cost to get some love out of these

Steel doors, still at the crackhouse thuggin' with the Lords (huh)
Nigga, why would I touch a pack when I can still record?
When it come to them flows, I'm one of the coldest niggas ever born
F*ck me when you mad at your nigga, not like a woman scorn
I'm beggin' the Lord to heal me, but I'm loyal to what's gon' kill me
If I switch it up, changin' my message, then they ain't gon' feel me
Chopper big, I can't conceal it, lift him up and he popped a wheelie
If I take the pressure off of these niggas then they ain't gon' feel me
Through these steel doors, you rep your set, is you gon' kill for it? (Uh)
Put that bitch on life support, heard they just pulled the cord (huh)
You know, your problems only get bigger when you the biggest lord

Trx truck with that Hemi, I ride tyrannosaurus
Ready to bite a plug out of these niggas
I done made thugs out of these niggas
Hits been paid up, so the grave already dug for most of these niggas
Walk through shit, piss in the mud, just to get drugs off of these niggas
All of this free hatin'
What it really cost to get some love out of these niggas?

Yeah, yeah, yeah
What it really cost to get some love out of these niggas? Yeah
Yeah, what it really cost to get some love out of these
Steel doors, yeah, yeah, yeah
What it really cost to get some love out of these niggas?
Yeah
Steel doors, yeah
Steel doors
(The trial is a revolving door) yeah
(Steel doors, steel doors)
(You won't know what's on either side)
(Trust me, Freddie)
(So what's it goin' to be?) Steel doors
Yeah

You can only die once (you feel me?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See you niggas don't know the Dvil's work
You know what I'm sayin'?
Don't never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
They want us, you know
And they want us to be against each other, you know what I'm sayin'?
Motherf*ckers want me to f*ck you up, want me to kill you (yeah, yeah)
And you want me to do it too
So I'm goin' to f*ckin' do it, nigga, let's do it, yeah (uh)

A nigga get his marbles regardless (yeah)
Got a job in the mob 'cause I'm heartless (yeah)
Sellin' dog in the heart out apartments
I'm finna go legit, I'm flippin' stocks on the market
The taste for the right blow
Taxin' niggas out the game when the price low
I keep my hands to myself, I don't fight hoes (nah)
A bitch'll f*ck around and take a nigga life goals

When she was talkin' out of turn
Told that goofy ho' to knock it off (knock it off)
Hit the street, then break a nigga pocket off (pocket off)
All that pussy poppin', you ain't poppin' off
Hit it from the back, give me top, just to top it off
Gunnin' for my spot, told that goofy nigga, "Knock it off" (knock it off)
F*ck around and maybe let me send it off (send it off)
Seen him on that podcast, poppin' off
Shot him in his, told that pussy nigga, "Walk it off", yeah, yeah (yeah)

Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee
The plug never call back, the dope free
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free
Out in Dallas, screamin' "Rest in peace to MO3"
Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee
The plug never call back, the dope free
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free (yeah, yeah)
Freddie Caine, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me (yeah, yeah)

She was talkin' out of turn
Told that goofy ho' to knock it off (yeah, yeah)
Hit the street, then break a nigga pocket off (pocket off)
All that pussy poppin', you ain't poppin' off
Hit it from the back, give me top, just to top it off (yeah, yeah)
Gunnin' for my spot, told that goofy nigga "Knock it off" (knock it off)
Took they guns and they chains and they watch it off (bitch nigga)
Seen him on that podcast, poppin' off
Shot him in his, told this pussy nigga "Walk it off", yeah, yeah

Walk it off, nigga, yeah, yeah (walk it off)
Nigga, yeah, yeah
How you feel? (Yeah)
I never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
Ha, nigga, yeah, yeah
Big Rabbit
Nigga, yeah, yeah
King of R&B, nigga (how you feel, nigga?)
I'm in the Hummer for the summer
With the vest and a big strap, yeah

Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee
The plug never call back, the dope free
Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free
Freddie Caine, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me
From the G, I took the rack, I was thinkin' they dope fiends
Tell the feds I ain't trappin', I'm rappin', I'm blow free
F*ck that yak, I used to sip the act', the codeine
I'm in Dallas, yellin', "Rest in peace to MO3", nigga, yeah, yeah

Rest in peace, my nigga (yeah)
Yeah, uh, you feel me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's a whole thing, baby, you dig?
I never let a nigga rest
Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah
It's all there (yeah), you know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah)
Count it up
I'm in the Hummer for the summer
With the vest and a big strap, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Freddie
I'm tellin' you, nigga, you need to come on in (I never let a nigga rest)
(Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah)
Come on in (yeah, yeah)
I'ma take you to the land of milk and honey, nigga
I'm in the Hummer for the summer
With the vest and a big strap, yeah

Freddie Caine (stupid, yeah, yeah)
Freddie Caine doing the motherf*cking thing, nigga (stupid)
Check it (yeah, yeah)

Neck game stupid
Wrist game stupid (yeah)
Whip game stupid (yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up
I throw the set, chuk a thumb and I chuck the bitch to deuces (yeah)
Hoes gon' make it easy, but I remain ruthless

Crazy when I drop, I got an insane amount of options (uh)
Chevy red the drop Impala, like I'm straight up out of Bompton
I don't be f*ckin' 'round on the 'Gram, these hoes be watchin', they be stalkin'
If I put you on this flight, you can bring your partners, ain't no talkin'
Ain't no talkin' (ain't no talkin', bitch), and it ain't like I got shit to hide
Bitches know I'm tryin' to smash, she just tryin' to get a bag
If I wasn't rappin', I'd still be comin' down on candy slab
Told her, "If the internet crashed, you'd just be sellin' ass"
Louis bags, Prada boots (yeah)
I show too much love to the strippers, scammers, and prostitutes
Left they other kids to come f*ck with me, irresponsible (what the f*ck?)
Messy ho, I just had to hit the block and unfollow you
Wonder while I'm still dodgin' you, you stupid

Neck game stupid (yeah)
Wrist game stupid (yeah)
Whip game stupid (uh)
To tell the truth, I put my trust in groupie hoes
I'm disgusted at shit how I was movin' (damn)
Don't get shot up by Cupid, that shit'll make you foolish
Neck game stupid (yeah)
Wrist game stupid (yeah)
Whip game stupid (yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up
I throw the set, chuk a thumb and I chuck the bitch to deuces
Hoes gon' make it easy, but I remain ruthless, yeah

(Baby, I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into)
Man, I'm so tired of these hoes, ridin' for these hoes
Everybody know you a slut and I'm sidin' with these hoes
Family first, don't let shit get divided by these hoes
Crazy when I dropped her, go to her page, this bitch a monster
Petty Freddie, ho, it's back to baloney from steak and lobster
Couple bad draft picks on the team'll f*ck up your roster
But I straight release a bitch, tell a ho to clean out her locker
Bitch, you stupid

Neck game stupid (yeah)
Wrist game stupid (yeah)
Whip game stupid (yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up
I throw the set, chuk a thumb and I chuck the bitch to deuces
Hoes gon' make it easy, but I remain ruthless
Neck game stupid (yeah)
Wrist game stupid (yeah)
Whip game stupid (yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up
I throw the set, chuk a thumb and I chuck the bitch to deuces
Hoes gon' make it easy, but I remain ruthless (yeah)

(Neck game stupid, wrist game stupid)
You need to remain stupid, that's the whole f*ckin' thing
And stay and remain in here
'Cause you can't go back to that shit, that shit is stupid
You stay over here with me, Freddie
With the stupid bitches with the double-jointed neck
You love that stupid shit, you writin' whole songs about this
Who you think gave you these stupid bitches?
I did, wrist game stupid, neck game stupid
Stupid bitches, niggas love stupid shit
Why niggas want to make negative connotations out of stupid shit?
So you got to be thankful for that, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
But I remain, but I remain, but I remain, but I remain

No to insurrection at all in the street 'cause (yeah)
No, no, no one against us
Against me for what? Because I am not with them (check)
But, but, but they
They love me, all my people will be
They love me all
But if they do love you
They, they, they will die to protect me, my, my people
(I'm working on dying)
(Bnyx) Bruce Wayne Caine

750S, Bruce Wayne, crazy bat shit
I put all the jokers in the smoker, it's a wrap, bitch
Still feel the pressure and the tension from my past tense
Gun shots, mama cryin', these the sounds of blackness
Tears in my pillow as I lay in the dark (uh)
Broke his soul, but a master turn the pain into art
F*ck that, a master turn the caine into heart
I showed my homies how to rap and ship it to theyself and break it apart
Bitch, I done shot it out with the best of them, buried all the rest of them
Niggas steppin' and hard-pressin', I set the precedent
Give a f*ck if you hard-body or God-body
Bitch, I play with paper, like origami, a homicidal hobby
Yeah, and your baby mama just a hobby
Hit it and I blocked her on Twitter, that bitch'll never find me (bitch)
Put you in the wall like the Wyatt family, you'll never find him
Opps can't do show in my area, got the hood behind me
Yeah, on the fin, I got the hood behind me
Zo6 trunk in the front, got to pop the hood behind it
Let me bust her friend wide open, guess she was open-minded
Hit her on the side, but she broke the code when she broke the silence
I be on resorts while my lil' niggas resort to violence
Rap and visual radiate niggas, like I see ultraviolet
Cut my last bitch, let her eat the meat if she toss the salad
Put the bitch in the Uber Black 'cause I kill a ho with kindness
Yeah, royal treatment for my niggas slidin'
Yeah, royal oak, I told 'em, "Hold the diamonds"
Black-balled me, niggas, they label me like a f*ckin' problem
Tried to hold me back, but I'm breakin' through like a busted condom
Sixteenth seed, bitch, I'm breakin' through, like I bust the bracket (yeah)
Big money, your head of wonder, yeah, nigga, Fred savage
Aston Martin music, tell Ricky I got the red advantage
Switched the shit to neon
Put hoes in a transfer portal just like I'm Deon
While smashin' on these peon's
It's money on the table, I smack a nigga like Cleon
I keep a toosie pack, pink bunnies they get to ski on
We screamin', "F*ck the world", heart cold, sprayed it with freon
Got millions in the bank and I still feel like a slave
My real life your entertainment, these bills got to get paid (got to get paid)
I was in the DeVille, choppin' on blaze

Man, I miss my nigga Sodi, I still remember them days, yeah (days, yeah)
Man, I miss my nigga Sodi, I still remember them days, yeah (days, yeah)
Just a young nigga sittin' on millions, tryin' to get paid, yeah, uh (paid, yeah)
Man, I miss my nigga Sodi, I still remember them days, yeah (days, days)
Still a young nigga, sittin' on millions, tryin' to get paid, yeah (yeah)

I f*ck with Freddie Gibbs all the time, he live out here (yeah)
(Tryin' to, tryin' to get paid) you know what I'm sayin'?
That's my motherf*ckin' brother
I ask him for a song, he gon' do it
He ask me for anythin', I'm goin' to do it with him (tryin' to, tryin' to get paid)
You know what I'm sayin'? That's my brother
We ain't never changed up, switched up (tryin' to, tryin' to get paid)
(I'm working on dying) he came a long way, man
People thought he was gon' fall after that (BNYX)
But I stayed on his ass, you know what I'm sayin'? (Tryin' to, tryin' to get paid)
And stayed in touch with him
Liftin' his spirit up, while he was down, you feel me?
(Tryin' to, tryin' to get paid)
He did the same thing when I was down
When he had got out, I end up goin' down to do my time
(Tryin' to, tryin' to get paid)
You know what I'm sayin'? I was there in the evenin'
Reach out to him and all that, you know what I'm sayin'?
It was nothin' ever denied to me (tryin' to, tryin' to get paid)
(I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)

Yeah, check, check
Yeah, uh (check that)
Turn me up, 3rd, yeah

Goddamn, they done got Diddy
I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him
I wonder if he paid off Pac killers
I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain't never pop Biggie
When you die, they ain't got shit for your moms, they'd rather ice they neck out
Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out
Industry wasn't checkin' for Gary, I feel like I was left out
Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report to set now (uh, yeah)

I almost gave it up, that was the truth
Got out my feelings and got back in the booth
I'm sittin' solo up in Sam's throwin' racks in the booth
Drunk drivin' the 911 like it's accident-proof
The Lord be walkin' with me, sometimes He carry me like a child
Through all these pistols, powder and pounds, Vanna White, they buyin' vials
Sent the flight to pipe her down, and I ain't never come back around
I'm so impatient with them, got bitches cryin' in Diego DM, yeah
Baby, please don't go
I make a bitch walk down the hill runnin' kis back up
I heard she doin' scams, police, they just released that ho
Couldn't afford the BBL, she had to lease that ho
Delete that ho, I treat that ho
She think we goin' out to eat, I'm mild sauce, six wing that ho
Can't expose a rat to shit they never seen before
Bitch f*cked up my birthday trip, man, why I bring that ho? You bitch
Goddamn, they done got Diddy
Yeah, I wish they never shot up Pac and Biggie
I was gon' retire from rap when I seen that shit with Nipsey
Crazy when that shit hit your peers, that shit be hittin' different
Yeah, shit be stressin' me incredibly
Yeah, noble summers with Frankie Beverly (yeah)
Gotta praise the gods while you walkin' with 'em
Spanto passed right after Fathers Day, I was talkin' with him
Man, what the f*ck?
When I die, put me on the chain, ice your neck out
Rest in peace to Young Dolph, he was too young to check out
Would they pop me if I pull the 'Rari or the 'Vette out?
I left a legacy up in this bitch before I left out

Yeah, check, check
Left a legacy up in this bitch 'fore I left out, yeah
Uh, multimillion-dollar nigga, I support the set now (yeah)

Goddamn, they done got Diddy
I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him
I wonder if he paid off Pac killers
I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain't never pop Biggie
When you die, they ain't got shit for your moms, they'd rather ice they neck out
Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out
Industry wasn't checkin' for Gary, I feel like I was left out
Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report to set now (uh)

Left a legacy up in this bitch 'fore I left out, yeah
Yeah
Yeah