Freddie Gibbs Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #151 lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs, Justin Credible & DJ Sourmilk]
$oul $old $eparately
Let's go, we gotta get to the bars
We gon' get to it all that quick? Aight come on
You know what they came to see baby
I'm the prize, n*gga, uh
Akademiks, I'm the prize, n*gga, uh
b*tch, I'm the prize, ey
Akademiks you're abusive, stop takin' them purses all and that sh*t from the girls, man
Here we go
It's LA Leakers man, come to the West Coast, man (Yeah)
We buy you a purse if you want a purse b*tch, I got you
Yo, yo

[Verse]
Sometimes I'm Super Kane, sometimes I'm plain old Fred
Cryin' inside, my selfish braggin', bullets grazin' my head
Summer 2000, me and Shaun we had a fight every week
I oughta thank 'em, all them shootouts, they turned me to a G
Them n*ggas even tried to smoke me at my high school graduation
Told my lady, she was crazy, broke my heart, she had your baby
I'm like, uh, I was barely f*ckin' then
He rollin' Lexus, I was hoppin' on bicycles to bucket stand
I was hella broke on McChickens and chicken nuggets then (Mhm)
Scared to touch the work, all these n*ggas worked for the government
Homie took a trip, fiends seen 'em whip on a sprint flim
Camera phones was new to us then, n*ggas got hoodwinked
Bamboozled, blacklisted, bombarded
Tryna do homework in the house with no lights, it might make you dark hearted
Every time I let off a shot, I wondered was God watchin'?
Every time them bullets came back, I wondered did God stop 'em?
sh*tbag, sh*t boy, takin' hits since seventeen
'For I was the hitman, I was the hitboy
Shout out to HitBoy (Mhm), we was supposed to drop
Your homie said I begged 'em to do records, but his record flopped
Let me stop, them bullets poppin' just might get me knocked
Rappers gettin' hit with the RICO, they better sit back and watch
n*ggas in your own city kill you, I can't stay off the block
Fiends smokin' meth, it's a shortage of coke, they off the rock
Told the DEA I ain't workin' no more, I'm off the clock
Matter of fact, I never sold dope before, what you talkin' 'bout?
Feelin' like they box me out, can't even spend this cash
Drugs for the free, all I sold these n*ggas was plastic bags
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
Nine millimeter shells ain't go through his body, them bullets stickin' to 'em
n*ggas might just call you the realest n*gga for livin' through it
Pulse droppin' and like a new album, they tryna listen to it (Mhm)
n*ggas might just call you the realest if you a dead rapper
Tweet about your ass for a week, it's onto the next rapper
Next chapter, I wrote the book on n*ggalations
I see these n*ggas' frustrations, top five of my generation
So they try to crucify me, they can't kill me, they can't slump me
Bald-head Jesus, I'm Big Rabbit, I come back like Easter Sunday
They try to crucify me, they can't kill me, they can't slump me
Bald-head Jesus, I'm Big Rabbit, I come back like Easter Sunday
Gangsta Kane, n*gga, uh, uh
f*ck with the name, n*gga
Can't get 'em
Akademiks don't play no games n*gga
Gon' put some in your booty
[Outro: Freddie Gibbs, Justin Credible & DJ Sourmilk]
Yeah, b*tch n*gga, ey, yo
Ey, I'm drunk as hell and I don't give a f*ck
Freddie Gibbs came through, go crazy man
I'll do the best when I come up here, I'm the reason n*ggas wanna come up here
Talk your sh*t man, come on
I'm the reason n*ggas wanna rap
Talk to 'em, let 'em know
What the f*ck, ey, I did
Man
Thank you for always comin' to the show man
Hey man, I can spare a little couple bars up here for y'all n*ggas at all times
I gotta teach the world how to rap all times
I ain't bringin' my son 'cause he chillin' but you know what I'm sayin'
He know how to rap when he get my age, gonna be rappin' like this too
That's right, we need 'em up here, that's right
His first freestyle's gonna be with the LA Leakers man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we can't do that, it's copyright
Believe it
And f*ck Aaron Rodgers
Oh, wow, okay, okay
It's from a Bears fan, wow
Liftoff show baby, Liftoff, Power 106, LA
Ey, ey, ey, $oul $old $eparately n*gga
Out now, out right now
You better go get it, run streamin' n*gga
Ain't no n*gga got a better rap album, better, number one rap album in the country, baby let's do it