Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

20 Karat Jesus

Yeah, kane

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

My ambitions as a rider, nigga

Survival off that powder, nigga

Currently smoking that kill in the hills

Where you can't find a nigga

Crack cocaine, microwave

Dealer was on that type of nigga

No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer, nigga

Blinded and misguided, nigga

Heavenly father take the wheel

I'm on the interstate with some Guerrillas

With shit can get me like 200 years

Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness

I'm living like a every decision a sin

I know my niggas don't want me to win

Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends

I ride with that white-white

Just like Fight Night we be weighin' in

P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen

Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian

Spent my last 200 thou' on a bird and a Mercedes Benz

My dog used to pull up in a '99 GS300

Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?

First these hoes ain't want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it

Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

I-I-I be kickin' shit like Solange in the elevator

The goal when you try to kick that dope

Stuck on the respirator

Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball

I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all

Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though

My cellie like to walk around in his sleep I rather stay woke

I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote

These hoes get in the wind, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes

That's why I ride with that white-white

Just like Fight Night we be weighin' in

P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen

Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian

Split my last two hundered thou' on a bird and Mercedes Benz

My dog used to pull up in a '99 GS-300

Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it?

First these hoes ain't want it now they only here to Michael Jones it

Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

I-I-I be kickin shit just like Rodman did the camera man

I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan

I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga

Rips from the clip leave you stiff, mannequin challenge nigga

Me and my chips with dip boy ain't no play play 'bout that Frito-Lay

Tried to give me ten I beat the case so it's gon' be okay

Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?

Mama say I live next door to the death 'cause I live in the moment

Don't live in the moment

Don't live in the moment

I'll be there in the morning

Nigga I'm living in the moment

I'll be there in the morning

I'll be there in the morning

I'll be there in the morning

Yah

Kane baby

I drank holy water

Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit

Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit

Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain't never taught me shit

'Cept "Fuck a friend you gon' be solo in your coffin bitch"

Walkin' home from work my.44 pulled up what I'm walking with

Old folks out the church say "He need Jesus that boy off a bit"

Preacher's daughter said "I'll let you fuck it just might cost a bit"

Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch

Lost a bitch a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can't divorce her

Lying from my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit

Don't blow your money, young nigga pay your lawyer

Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape

They walking tape recorders, yeah

Yeah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape

You ain't think I knew that shit though I know though

Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit

Drove on 65, brought 65 I sold the whole shit

Popo searched my cutlass on the road I got my own shit

Boy you know the rules they pick you up don't call my phone bitch

Boy you know the rules that shit don't jump unless you sold it down

S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can't flush the toilet down

454 my motor down

Got green, got dough, got yola now

They playin' they suffer exposure now

This rapper shit just for the posers now

The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out

Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit, getting visa money

I don't knock it I just do the dope and blow it

I gotta get it so I gotta see the money

Y'all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

Young Nigga

Stay smooth, stay solid nigga

These niggas put your name on anything but a prayer

Amen

Glory be to God, what's happening pimps?

It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player

You know what I'm talking about?

It's your boy Jesus man

Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy

Say it again so I can uh reiterate it man

Your minds not ready and your heart's not open

You know what I'm saying?

That's what's wrong with you man

You doing all that coveting

You trying to, you wan't what other niggas got

You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga

God gave you a gift nigga

Pay attention to what he got for you

You, other niggas over here

Yah he could sell dope real good, that's not your lane my nigga

God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga

Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée man