Decoded lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this sh*t was in my veins like this
n*gga, f*ck it, I get paid like this
Mama said that it'd be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this sh*t was in my veins like this (Yeah)
n*gga, f*ck it, I get paid like this (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
sh*t get wet up, triple threat, uh
Devil in the flesh walkin' in Triple S, uh
Bullet with the green tip go through the vest, uh
1990 Testarossa, f*ck a Tesla
My Uncle Sam sold me them yams, government issued grams
Grandma got her taxes back, I can trap out the Grand Am
Cooking dope to Gregory and Luther, that was a n*gga jam (There's nothing better than love)
b*tch, ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man
Iced out G where my heart used to be (b*tch)
I smoke a n*gga then show up while they reading his eulogy
I blew my first million on cars, drugs, b*tches, and jewelry
I run the section now, I love my connection, Chuck Woolery (Chuck Woolery, n*gga)
Corleone casino, Freddie Tarantino
They do me like Benny Blanco, then I'll go smoke Carlito (b*tch)
In Vegas, I sold a kilo at a suite in the Rio (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I often eat with them people that'll kidnap your people
[Verse 2: Scarface]
I live for the moment, stuck in the minute
In an instance, my vision was showing what I was missing
Damn, I should've listened
Too many homies locked down off in prison, living
Isn't this how it was supposed to be?
Chose to be knee-deep off in this dope game and I sold a ki'
To an undercover, low-down motherf*cker got me
Ducking indictments, paying the price is an understatement
I'm ten toes in the pavement
I'd rather die than give a statement
And we don't talk to police, f*ck 12, f*ck 'em
Let 'em meet me in hell 'cause a cell ain't an option
The streets ain't the only people watching
(Feds on my line, every phone call popping)
I can hear it deep down in my spirit
I'm super careful what I say, a n*gga leery
You hear me?

[Outro: Scarface]
Man, it's like we failed our youngsters, man
It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That sh*t that they can live by
That sh*t that they can, you know, music to drive by, you feel me?
Like, like, like, my, my n*gga
These n*ggas, these lil' youngsters walkin' around this b*tch like they bulletproof, man
Come on, dog, wake the f*ck up, man
Don't you know a n*gga'll knock your motherf*ckin' head off out here with that bullsh*t?
Quit playing, dog, straight up
Soul Sold Separately
Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you?
Norva, Lambo, it's Julian, man
Yo, you guys gotta turn this f*ckin' album in, man
It's been three years
Freddie has himself holed up in a f*ckin' suite in Vegas
I know he's tryna charge us for that sh*t
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by the way, Norva, put the wings down
f*ckin' room service is not recoupable