Still Livin' 2 - Freddie Gibbs

Yeah yeah

Praise the Lord (Freddie Kane, mane)

Fresh

Fresh up off a pack of powder

My life so sweet got niggas sour

Got diamonds dancing in my necklace

Just fed your bitch two eggs for breakfast

Had her bed in breakfast

When it comes to Freddie Kane, that’s all a bitch gon' get

Eastside, ese, gangbang, we fucking with the whole shit

Bet I be runnin through so many other bitches I don’t even know a ho name

Bitch you ain’t fucking with a petty motherfucker

Mane, I come to get the whole thing

Said the whole damn thing, said the whole damn enchilada

Got a whole brick, that’s a piñata

I’ma chop it up and throw it in the water

Black gloves, black mask black strap

Grand theft, murder one, kidnap

If you pull that shit, better bust that shit

Got a 36 soft, tryna rush that shit like…

Yeah, yeah

Fresh up off a pack of powder, powder

My life so sweet, got niggas sour, sour

Said life so sweet, these bitches sour, sour

Bitch I got money and the power, power, power

Fresh up off a hundred thousand

Young nigga fresh out that public housing

I went to go shop, these niggas be browsin'

I just get it off the lot, straight cash, I’m climbing (Yeah bitch,

I’m climbing)

Get a thang then send a nigga back to the store

And the shop don’t close, got it open for the whole 24

But I hit her last week, goddamnit, so I know she go

Young nigga got cash, so I know you wanna fuck me ho (Wanna fuck me ho)

Cause I’m fresh up off a pack of powder

I-5 125 miles an hour

Nigga hitting licks on these out-of-towners

My life so sweet got niggas sour

Yeah, yeah