Thug Psalms

Uh [Verse 1] Fresh out of G.I., nigga Wake up, sell dope, and get high, nigga East-side to the death Fire to the chest, last real nigga left Much love to Lynda B Who raised me in the G, profane as you can see Always told me I could be anything I want to be Anybody tell you different, then fuck 'em cause they'll be The ones assed out I've been booed, hated, and gassed out In my own city, now I'm the nigga they ask 'bout Used to hit the ATM and couldn't get no cash out Pockets hurting, had to resort to pulling that mask out Doing dirt to these dope boys Tell 'em, "Bitch, if you ain't bumping with me, then you ain't making no noise" Some incidents, I wrote 'em off as insignificant I swear some nights I signed my own death certificate Fucking around, thuggin' it for pennies on the dollar Cause true niggas die, but don't nobody die with honor In the ghetto Now tell me what's the honor in getting smoked By your own color Out here selling stones to cluckers Lord I mean well You gotta let me in heaven, cause I done seen hell Barrels of three-fifty-seven's Up in a nigga wife mouth, cause he ain't got all the cash We should lay this nigga down or he might come back and blast That's the dilemma A sinister sinna, a cold killa The piece of shit my mama pushed out before the placenta Gangsta G-I- B-B-S, fuck all the rest Peep my shit on DJBooth.net, get the adress If you need the killer kush head west And then ship it to the Mid These niggas is on it soon as they see it You sick of blowing backyard bush, put in your bid You smell it before I crack the lid Fuck with the kid Freddie Gibbs [Refrain] Understandable smooth ish That murderers move with Thug it and show respect, but don't be nobody's fool, bitch Understandable smooth ish That murderers move with Better watch the bitches you laying and the niggas you cool with (Repeat x2) [Verse 2] And I'm back, like I left my muhfucking weed No axe, but like a lumberjack, I chop trees Everyday, niggas go to jail, snitch, and cop pleas Type of shit that clog up the pipeline and stop cheese Ain't that 'bout a bitch Nigga been holding your money for like a week and shit It's time to do something to him Make sure you rolling solo dolo and you put something through him All it take is one nigga fucking up, the club get ruined Better watch the bitches you laying and the niggas you cool with Thug it and show respect, but don't be nobody's fool, bitch Cause rap is full of fake gangbangers and false sets Niggas rap and talk about it, but niggas ain't walked that In the club, guns hidden in the DJ booth Gangsta Gibbs keep it gutter 'til I see Jesús Hella military weapons, like I seen Beirut Them niggas duck when them thangs let loose It's Freddie Gangsta Gibbs, nigga [Refrain]