ExtraditeFreddie Gibbs

[Produced by Mikhail & Speakerbomb]

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
The devil is a motherfuckin' liar!
Yeah, straight killa, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Erykah was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Yeah, yeah
Erykah was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Here we come, yeah)
Yeah (Here we come, yeah) yeah (Here we come, yeah)
Yeah (Here we come, yeah) yeah (Here we come, yeah)
Here I come, yeah, here we come, yeah

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Took his order then I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I stay on point like icicle
Niggas can't decode or de-figure my rhyme riddle
Took my money to the source and said fuck the man in the middle
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy
Erykah was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage
Build a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In this new age, dude's wage is fugaz'
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like School Daze
I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra', Kool, 'Face
Zero dollars, zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang, nigga

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday
Yeah, yeah
'Bout to Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay
Nigga, what, haha
Ain't nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
Yeah, yeah, bitch
And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Uhh, I used to lay in bed, starin' at the ceiling fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a kilogram
Tryna understand why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes like rubber tree, plants and ants
We cheat death with each breath
The only one who make it last forever is Keith Sweat
You ever see a body lyin' dead in the streets yet
Then eat breakfast? Swallow forced beliefs like police justice
If my city is like yours
Then serials scratched, fingerprints is wiped off
If people seem to always have somethin' to fight for
But still end up in the state pen or the psych ward, it's lights off
They catch so many casualties, it's like war
That's the reason I don't believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' 'bout he wanna extradite y'all
Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the searchlight for

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday
Yeah, yeah
'Bout to Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay
Nigga, what, haha
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
Yeah, yeah, bitch
And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday

[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Here we come, yeah, here we come, yeah (Yeah, nigga)
Here we come, yeah, here we come, yeah
Here we come, yeah, here we come, yeah (Yeah, freestyle nigga)

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
Homie showed me a nine milli and nine nickel
Man, I'll stay on point like icicle
Say you got that yola, your fishscale lookin' fickle
They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official
I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass cheek
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last week
How that make me look if I don't help her get up on her feet?
She keep a different nigga, now she in there pregnant every week
I pray you take these devils out our life, Lord, that's on Vice Lord
Baby mamas come with their drama, made her my wife, Lord
Know I'm doing, no hope, you see I'm trying to do right, Lord
Shake 'em up and blowin' the dice, I pray the price, Lord, Lord

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday
Yeah, yeah
'Bout to Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay
Nigga, what, haha
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
Yeah, yeah, bitch
And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday

[Verse 4: Black Thought]
Yo, my memoirs are like the Anarchist's Cookbook
Meets the Tom Ford spring/summer look book
Some people wanna see me hanging from a good hook
Instead I hang with a language and slang in
The anguish and pain fit as well cause it came with us
After all these years carrying this shame with us
Now the entire planet is going insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying flame spitters
Fortified fences, mortify senses
Crossfire missed my little daughter by inches
Chemical dependence, medical expenses
But no amount of money on earth can buy vengeance
Writing a life sentence, sirens, fire engines
Tyrants seen through the eyes of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes cause some of us want to drive Benzes
But are you tryna ride with us or against us?

[Outro: Louis Farrakhan]
As long as they kill us
And go to Wendy’s and have a burger and go to sleep
They gon' keep killing us
But when we die and they die
Then soon we gon' sit at a table, and talk about it, we tired
We want some of this earth
Or we'll tear this goddamn country apart!
Assalam ualaikum!