Breaking Bad

[Hook: Ea$y Money] I'm so poured up tonight It's just me and this highway I'm just driving Don't know where I'm going tonight If you see my eyes then, you will say I'm wildin' Cause I'm on a lowrider in this four door Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low I don't know where I am going tonight Baby I am just riding, riding, riding [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, feel like I'm drownin in this 40 ounce Less than forty dollars to my name. boy, whatchu know about Ratchets and ski masks, thugs with drug habits Babies born hooked on this dope, guess we cultivate drug addicts In the place I reside, really ain't shit to do but get high All the way from the crack house to the church Everybody doing dirt to get by I just do mine, all by my lonely dawg I just fell off when I'm back on it it's fuck all y'all And all the broads, just to diss a nigga You too broke to buy gifts for Christmas nigga? Thought she was down but she dippin' off with a different nigga That hurt my heart so bad made me wanna load my clip Find where this buster stay and go smoke him over my bitch I'm choking smoking this zip, shoulda been selling that Smoking three fives every hour yea them Kevin Durants Straight to the head with this yac Straight with the pot with the powder Hoping I catch a blessing Might catch a stray from a coward [Hook] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, we cutting corners in caprices Just throw some on the stove and watch me beat that shit to pieces Take this shit back to them beeper-days Back when shit was cheaper-days Homeboy just got raided just can't stay clear of them people man Money on my nigga books, and Sunday visits Heard these mother fuckers talk about it, my niggas live it But sometimes they get released and forgot who kept it the realest They known behind them singles but nothing niggas and bitches And I guess we out here beefin, I just caused a shoot-out at the club The hardest ones to kill is niggas that you used to love It's easy squeezing that trigger but I'm dying inside I Brush it off like it's nothing and get high in the ride Rolling this 4-door, yellow dope off in my Styrofoam Slaying cluckers, mayonnaise and mustard what I'm ridin on Rollin this 4-door with this fo-fo like I'm Al Capone I'm living proof, the devils roof is what I'm ridin on [Hook]