LYRICS
作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/Andrew "Pops' Papaleo/Ben "Lambo' Lambert
[Intro]
Jam (Jam), jam, b****
You know what I'm sayin'? (Get your notes together, n****)
Ayo
[Verse 1]
Slammin', Eastside, drugs in my bloodstream
Killer with the illegitimate funds, I got 'em scrubbed clean (Yeah, yeah)
P**** had me too excited, picked up on the first ring (Yeah)
Chopped some blow and f***ed that h** to Joe, I made a love scene (Yeah, yeah)
Slangin' on this blade, steadily prayin' they don't cut me (Yeah)
Hide my scars with Audemars, got diamond tenants up under the rug
Me DM flooded from all the h***s that said I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Tigers in my yard like Tyson, get to dicin', n****s is dusty
I'm on four tires and gold wires
Low on the supply, but if she f***in', then I'm supplyin' (Yeah)
Like Pablo in the Bahamas, drop my d*** off on Rabbit Island (Yeah)
I never crash out, I got my life set on auto-pilot (Yeah)
Suck me while I'm drivin', put the Cyber in auto-pilot (Yeah)
They said I was in a no-fly zone, I had no compliance
I had a couple of nothin'-a** h**s on my shoulders cryin'
He dumped her like a thot, he got the roster spot on the Lions
That's how we do, ho, yeah
(He got you, now you think I'ma f*** with you, huh?)
'Cause all the b**** recent contacts was n****s that's on a contract (Yeah)
H**, I know your salary cap, off the 'Gram, you in a Kia
F***in' h**s from all arenas, I ain't got no off-season, b****, yeah
[Bridge]
F***in' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no off-season
Slangin' thangs, my sh** bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my head, blood all over this paper, man, yeah
(The Rabbit) Mic check-check, yeah
Yeah, come on, yeah, gotta check-check
Slangin' thangs, my sh** bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Still thuggin', h**s frontin'
N****s underrate me like Jalen Brunson, but yo, I'm leavin' with somethin'
I'm from around the way, ho can't take my crown away (Yeah)
Starvin' in that cell, feel like I lost like three, four pounds a day
Growin' up in the G, might have to duck at least four rounds a day
Don't wait 'round for no ambulance, b****, ándale (Yeah)
Murder always complicate, once it's up, it's outer space
N****s wanna have a kumbaya, but I can't conversate (Nah)
We kill 'em, we can't conversate (We can't conversate)
No more talk, that's for the weak
Got a brand-new switchy with an itchy trigger finger, f*** a tweak
And if you cross me in the street, I pray to God you think it's sweet
I put some change up on your head and have your name stuck on your feet
I f*** your—, I f*** your name up in the street
Like Jussie Smollett, label looked at your first week, that sh** was cheeks
Rabbit bakin' cakes and all of these p****es gon' get a piece
Gangster Kane, I ain't ashamed like Jermaine, I won't delete, n****
Fin poppin', opps droppin'
Handicapped that n****, gave him front-row parkin', I leave a b**** with options
Slangin' thangs, my sh** bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man (Yeah)