The Coldest

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Bitch I'm ten toes in it Not a fake a facade or a cloned image Got into rap same way I jumped in the streets with my own spinach Tryin' to get straight up off this shit so that I can go on livin' No song spinnin' so I resort to this zone flippin' Something must wrong wit em, he takin' this shit for granted Try to write up in the house with no lights, you'll understand it I can't teach ya how to dougie, but I can teach ya bout this thuggin' Keepin' it thorough, keep your mouth closed, nigga, keep it one-hundred Keep yo hand up out my goddamn pocket - keep it pushin' Keep the reefer keep the white keep the soft and just keep it cookin' But keep in mind that any given day you can die for this As I bag this dope I'm prayin' one day that I could just Make an honest piece of change, prolly change the way I live MJ, fadeaway, something niggas can't defend Gangsta Gibbs, fresh out the fridge, forty below flow No introduction needed, niggas already know so [Hook: B.J.] You already know this But I'm the motherfuckin' coldest You sayin' that you did that, lived that But you ain't quite this, nigga Cause you already noticed But I'm the motherfuckin coldest I keep it really real Sayin' what the fuck I feel So let me talk my shit [Gibbs]: So what you talkin' bout, bitch? [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Really ain't shit if you ain't talk bout this I'm runnin' laps around these rappers scratchin' em off my lists She off that vodka so it's hard for her to stay off my dick Tryin' get rich and let the dollars flow throughout my click So we can break bread and never ever be broken Yac toastin', exotic bitches on my balcony smokin Weed turns them out without a doubt they mouth about to be open I let Alicia put her tongue on Valerie while I’m strokin' But I ain't Jack Tripper, I'm that nigga plain and simple Fresh out the G to MTV, check the credentials Ain't been a nigga bigger since the Jacksons left the city Reppin' the hardest niggas ain't know that we was rappin' in my city And regardless if I got support or backin' from my city They'll remember me as the the nigga that got it crackin' for my city, nigga And on the mic I never have off nights Cause every line I write is straight frostbite, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: B.J.] I'm on fire To keep the streets hot, that's my desire And to hell with the labels Till it's time for us to sit down at the table If I don't focus on me Tell me, who will? And I speak from my heart So you know I'mma keep it real So much bullshit in the last six months tried to take my focus But on a lotta situations them people have to hocus pocus If anybody ever asks a dumb question like "Will BJ make it?" Give them a dollar and say "God bless you, cause you must be a basehead" [Hook] [OUTRO]